Whenever I ask Kyle about a topic for my blog for the day, he almost inevitably responds with “Write about me!”
I usually don’t.
In fact, one particularly memorable time he told me to write about him, I chose instead to write about my garden. He was mock upset about it and hasn’t let me forget it since.
But really, he’s a big sweetheart. As I write this, he is washing my dishes for me (hooray!) and has done some other nice things tonight, such as forgiving me for forgetting to put the rice on until the rest of dinner was ready (timing food prep is so not my thing).
So hooray for husbands, even if mine wishes my blog was entirely dedicated to him. He is pretty spectacular at the end of the day.