What It's Like Being Married to a Saint

It's true.  My husband is a saint.  You may think I'm being sarcastic, but the man truly deserves a medal for the things he does.  I don't know any woman who is quite as lucky as I am.  And here's why.

My husband:

• Does the laundry, almost exclusively.  I've literally done maybe four loads since we moved in to our home in September.
 
• Washes the dishes, even when he cooks.  To be fair, sometimes it takes him a few days to get to them, but I'm the last girl you'll hear complaining about a few dirty dishes in the sink.
 
• Makes the bed nearly every day, just because he likes the way it looks and feels.
 
• Sweeps and steam cleans the floors.
 
• Is the only person who touches our vacuum.
 
• Brings me lots of meals and drinks in bed, often times without even being asked.
 
• Takes the very very best care of me, in every single way possible.

He does all of this while making me smile, laugh and fall a little more in love with him each day.  I truly don't know how in the world I got so lucky and blessed.  The truth is, I would love him just the same if he was a big ole slob (coughlikemecough).  But can't lie, it's nice that he's the opposite!

 

He also looks good golfing, another win for HH!

 

You may be wondering what it is I do after reading HH's long list of chores, and I gotta be honest, so am I at this point.  I suppose I do most of the cooking, and lots of looking pretty around the house.  Let's be real - HH is definitely the lucky one.