I love my husband!

I love my husband so much that I will shout it on the street, out the window of my car, out the window of my apartment, and tell any passing stranger this fact if I wasn't in fear of being involuntarily committed to a mental health institution.

He called me late last night and I could tell he was in bed, in that super relaxed state immediately preceding sleep. The conversation goes like:

Me: "Hello miel" (I have Caller ID although all it says is Ontario and no number when he calls me.)

Husband: "Do you love me?"

Me: "More than anything. Why aren't you sleeping?"

Husband: "I've been bad."

Me: *pause*

Husband: "I hope you can forgive me, but I cheated."

Me: "Were you surfing internet porn or something?"

Husband: "No, I was bad. I cheated. *pause* I... I did it... I bought a ticket and I am coming to see you on Jan 28."

Me: "Oh my god, are you serious???"

Husband: "Yep! I couldn't resist. I found a round trip ticket for $550 I couldn't wait to see you anymore."

We spent another 20 minutes going over the itenary, what we want to do with his week with me, my schedule at work and his, and all that other fun stuff. He is going to help me buy a 'real' bed when he gets here (better than this sleeping on a quasi-air mattress that I have currently) and he wants to buy a dinette so we can do our traditional New Year's Eve dinner for two (we find some new recipe for something we have never had before, cook it at home, play music and chat and have a lovely candlelight dinner around midnight). After all that, it is lay around and just 'be' with each other.

Now do you understand why I love this man? He makes me feel like the luckiest woman in this vast universe that I have him.