My husband

I must say that I know how lucky I am to have a husband who loves me. Even more so to have a husband who will put up with all my crap. :) I'm not the easiest person in the world to live with. For instance, almost every night, right after he's gotten comfortable, I need q-tips and since he's not pregnant (who am I kidding, he had to do this before I got pregnant too), he's the gofer. He almost always does the dishes because he knows I hate doing them and he'll even go fill my car up with gas since he knows I hate pumping gas as well. So, yeah, I know how wonderful it is to have someone who loves you. And make no mistake about it, I'm crazy about him too. My parents have often told us that we're going to have to start "getting along better before the baby comes" and when they say that, Scott and I just look at each other as if to say "we ARE getting along, what's wrong with THEM?" We just get along in a way that I guess some people around us construe as bickering. lol.

Anyhow, sometimes my husband does things that just make me school-girl giddy again. On Sunday, I was getting ready for church (which we wound up missing. . . long story involving Lowe's and a trunk that was too small) and when I finished in the bathroom, I couldn't find Scott anywhere. I checked the living room, garage, OU room, outside, etc and didn't see him. Guess where I found him? In Emily's room just walking around, looking at everything and touching her new stuff. He had a really sappy grin on his face too. I'm sure he's going to want to kick my behind whenever he sees this posted here but you know, it's okay to have a sappy side, babe. :)

He's going to be such a good dad. ((sigh))