My Husband Is The Best [5 Months]

My husband is the best. No, seriously. He loves me in ways that no other human being ever will be able to. I mean, the man has to live with me 24/7 for the rest of his life. 24/7, you guys. [Those of you who have lived with me for any amount of time know how daunting of a task that is.]

But he really is the best. He warms up the sheets for me before I get in bed. He turns the heat up for me before I wake up. He makes me popcorn—the good way—whenever I want it. He cleans my hair out of the shower drain (bless him). He touches the raw meat. And he does all this because he loves me and knows it will bless me.

But he also reminds me to pray. He asks me hard questions. He calls me out when my sassiness is approaching meanness. He challenges me. And he does all this because he loves me and knows it will bless me.

This month has been pretty normal-life-busy. Nothing too extraordinary. Which makes me even more thankful for these little things that are actually really big things that my BEST husband does to bless my heart.

So thank you, boo, for being you. [A little bit o' cheese for your Valentine's weekend!]