When we don't feel like being lovey dovey.

"I love you." "Oh, I love you too." <smooch> "Yeah, we're disgusting."

 

 (A hat-tip to http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/jennifer-scout-duffy-o%27malley for the photo!)

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?

 And five!

Milk-drunk baby. ;) 

 All of them have been sick over and over again in the past month.  And we're tired.  We're tired and we're drained.  We don't freaking feel like being lovey-dovey.  It doesn't help that he's an INTJ, and his emotional expression looks like this:

...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.