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If you’re new to my blog, you might not know how much I adore my husband. If you’ve been reading for a while, then you know. And I’m going to add more to it today. He’s the best. I think everyone should have a crush on him if they don’t already.
I am really proud of my marriage. We work hard at it. Our marriage and our family is always priority number one. Things weren’t always wonderful…and we still have bad days. But at the end of every day, we know we love each other, we like each other and there’s no one else on the planet that we’d rather be with.
On top of just being an all-around great guy and husband, he’s hot. He buys me perfect gifts for no reason or for special occasions. We were lucky enough to appreciate how far our marriage has come last summer when we took a 2nd honeymoon. I’ve really enjoyed writing our love story in my Flashback Series which has its own page at the top. He continues to amaze me every day in some way.
One of my favorite things that Matt does is he buys me songs. He’ll hear a song on the radio that reminds him of me and he’ll buy it for me on itunes and plays it for me. I love it. Then every time I hear that song, it reminds me of him and our marriage and how much he loves me.
Matt is always trying to convince me that I’m hot. I looked like a boy for the first 13 years of my life…and not just a boy, but a boy with terrible acne, a huge gap in my front teeth and chubby. Oh and did I mention that I’ve been 5′ 8″ since 5th grade? Doesn’t exactly instill a feeling of “hotness” from the beginning of life. Obviously, I don’t look like that now…but it’s still hard to picture myself as beautiful…and especially “hot”. The other day we were drinking coffee and eating breakfast; I hadn’t showered, no make-up, hair a mess, still in my pjs. He looks at me and says “You’re so hot”. I thought he was crazy. On the way to soccer that day, this song came on the radio. Matt says “See?! Listen…” and turned up the radio on “Gimme That Girl” by Joe Nichols. “That’s you to me. Beautiful and hot no matter what.”
Did I mention how much I love this man?
He gets so embarassed when I blog about him; he’s very humble you see. for example he didn’t want me to tell you that for mother’s day he donned an apron and made Pioneer Woman’s Cinnamon Rolls and Breakfast Burritos for me and my Mom and sister. Or that he cut some azaleas from our yard for the table. Or that he brought me coffee in bed while I got to sleep in and watch TV in peace. Or that he bought me flowers and herbs for my garden. Or that he wouldn’t let me lift a finger yesterday. Because he does these things out of love and appreciation, not because he should or because he wants everyone to know.
And that is just one more reason why I’m so glad he’s my husband.
Gimme That Girl by Joe Nichols
Hang up that red dress
Let down your hair
Cancel those reservations
There’s no need to go nowhere
As good as you’re lookin’ right now
Girl, I bet you’re thinkin’ I’m crazy
There’s a side of you that I wanna see
That never ceases to amaze me
Gimme that girl with the hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That’s the you that I like best
Gimme that girl
Gimme that girl lovin’ up on me
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That’s the you I wanna see
Gimme that girl
Gimme the girl that’s beautiful
Without a trace of makeup on
Barefoot in the kitchen
Singin’ her favorite song
Dancin’ around like a fool
Starrin’ in her own little show
Gimme that girl that the rest of the world
Ain’t lucky enough to know
Gimme that girl with the hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That’s the you that I like best
Gimme that girl
Gimme that girl lovin’ up on my
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That’s the you I wanna see
Gimme that girl, gimme that girl
Gimme that girl with the hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That’s the you that I like best
Gimme that girl
Gimme that girl lovin’ up on me
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That’s the you I wanna see
Gimme that girl, gimme that girl
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