Last night, when my Lumberjack came home, he just started doing the dishes!
Dads.
Only a dad would let their little boy jump on their backs and just hang on tight.
Handsome Dude does this every day.
And the Lumberjack just walks around . . . like it's no big deal.
Whereas I would be choking, gagging, out of breath, and worried that Handsome Dude was messing up my hair.
Guess what else the Lumberjack did last night?
Brought me home some flowers.
Why? I asked.
Because. he said.
And with that, I choose to believe that the flowers:
A) Represent his undying love for me
B) Are as beautiful as I am
C) Show his appreciation for my awesomeness
D) Say that he is thankful for having the best wife ever.
That is what I choose to believe.
If you have a husband who is not very chatty, it is completely acceptable to take the liberty of filling in the blanks.
Completely acceptable.
