My Favourite and My Best

Two years ago this happened. Can you believe it's been two years? I just read that post over again and besides being pretty funny to me, it makes it seem like it was just yesterday. What a great day! There have been so many, many great days since then, but that one still stands out as an extra especially great day.

Mr. Graham is just the nicest husbandman in the world. He is so thoughtful and nice and compliment-y and helpful and not complain-y and funny and he is so cute when he sleeps. I like to say that he is my favorite and my best. Here are some other ways he is my favorite and best:

• He laughs when I say ridiculous things like “If you were a button, I would call you husbandybuttons.”

• He humors me when I ask if I can quit my job and stay at home all day like a bum.

• He lets me pin him down and tickle his feet.

• He always does the dishes. Always!

• He is my faithful and insightful little reader.

• He never says I don’t need that new pair of shoes.

• He puts up with a lot of whining about wanting cheese when I’ve fallen to the Communists (and then gives me cheese).

• He loves me so and tells me so all the time.
  

Really, he is such a nice husband, and I like him so well. I so look forward to our adventures together, even if those adventures are just sitting on the couch and watching movies.

As a side note, I wish I could say “my favourite and my best” was my own linguistic creation, but it actually comes from an episode of Charlie and Lola. I feel about Mr. Graham the same way a small girl child feels about snow. Watch it! I love this show.

Happy anniversary, husbandybuns! :*