kittycontagious

My husband is laying in bed watching me type this out. I probably complain about him on here more then I should. So today I'm going to sing his praises. He's a good man to me and right now he's fighting the urge to jump my bones. He makes me happy more often then he makes me sad, even though when I write about him on here it may not seem that way. But today has been one of the best days of my life with him. He looks like a bit of a goof in his WoW hoodie and reindeer pj pants, but he's my goof and he gets me. He laughs at my bizarre sense of humor and sits through sappy chicks flicks just to get me to stop bugging him. He takes great care of me when I'm sick and has seen me humiliate myself in just about every way. He doesn't treat me like I'm going to break just because I have Epilepsy. He treats me like a normal person and encourages me to do things that most people tell me I shouldn't be doing. He's the main reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face and the belief that love is real and not a myth. He's now reading this as I type and I'm okay with that because it's leading to him playing with my breasts. What can I say? I'm a sucker for his love and affection. He makes me feel whole and I know most people only get 80% of what thy are looking for from one person, but I'm pretty sure he gives me the full 100%. He's patient and kind with me and even though we may fight over really stupid shit, we always resolve it before bed. He's my happiness and heart and I really hope to have his kids some day, though for now the idea of getting puppies will just have to do. I'm in love with him and he loves me. There is no doubt in my mind.

Sorry if this seems sappy, I just thought it needed to be said.


Enjoy your day and stay safe.


Yours,
Kitty