After breakfast this morning and after reading my last post, my husband and I had a brief conversation in the kitchen. (He said I could share.)
Ken: Hey, thanks for saying such nice things about me in your post.
Me: You're welcome. You're the glue, baby, the mortar, the nails (and I proceeded to come up with all sorts of construction related words to make my point). You hold it all together!
Ken: (without missing a beat) And you're a brick house!
You gotta love a man who sees you as you are and loves you as you wish you were!
Thanks babe!
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