in praise of my husb

my husband reads my blog everyday. well, at least every day that i have a new post. after he reads said new post, he always fills my head and spirit with compliments. he has never a disparaging word to say.

my husband took the trash out to the curb this morning. even though there wasn't much trash in there. and even though he could have been at work a bit sooner. and even though it was cold. (good god was it cold...ok, by california's standards.)

my husband and i have termed one another, 'favorite.' as in,'hey favorite, what time are you leaving work today?' or 'i miss you, favorite.' is there a better nickname ever??

my husband attempted to fix my crazy morning-hair as i woke from my dazed stupor to kiss him goodbye. not even paul mitchell himself could fix this hair in the early morning hours :)

perhaps i go on and on a bit too much about how in love i am or how lucky i am. but we live in a world where people get more attention for being nasty than nice. for being negative than positive. and i'm sure sometimes my blog makes you want to gag a little. i admit i gag a little sometimes at my own sappiness...if you can call it that. but. with all of the bad and ugly in our world, i am clinging to what makes me happiest in my own world.

and this morning it was the sight of our trash can, newly emptied by the city of long beach. and i swooned a bit.