...again. When I say "I love my husband" the words sometimes don't seem like enough. We just got back from a spontaneous trip to San Francisco (Thurs, 1:00pm - "Babe, can you pack a bag for me too... we are leaving for the airport at 7:30pm and I won't get home until 7pm."). He knew I needed this... he know it would make me feel better... he just did it without a thought except to make me happy and spend time with me. It was a wonderful trip packed with good photos, good food, old friends, being able to make our room 74 degrees all day and night, a lot of laughs, rain, sun, wind, hangovers, donuts, pizza (lots of pizza) and fun new memories.
Thank you! You are my hero.
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awww, I am so glad you guys had a good time. He is an awesome husband to step in and take care of business like that! I love that you two are together. :-)
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