|"I love you." "Oh, I love you too." <smooch> "Yeah, we're disgusting."|
There's no way around it, most of the time, my husband and I are totally disgusting. Maybe I'm exaggerating, maybe I'm over-stating, or maybe I've created a relationship-monster, but 8 years after the wedding, we're still madly in love.
Then baby makes three. And four.
|With lightsabers, of course. Cause what's childhood without magical toys that can cut you in half?|
|Milk-drunk baby. ;)|
...while I'm an ENFP, and mine looks like this:
This is a recipe for miscommunication.
The net effect of exhaustion plus sick kids equaled this:
However, today he came over and sat on the couch with me, and said, "I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm so thankful to be with you. Do you want to go have some coffee today?"
Yeah, I love him.