A little blown away by the super kind comments & emails about the mention of my husband in the last post (he reads them too, shucks). So i thought i might do a dedicated post to my handsome soldier & what he means to me. Of course it's always super exciting when he comes home from war, safe & relatively unscarred by his experience (strangely the more often he goes the easier it gets??) but we've had such a lovely solid, loving, fun relationship since i was a teenager, i just find myself saying he's just so easy to love.
This morning he took our big girl to her high school induction & testing day. She was quiet as she examined her new school scene, so he sensed he should stay with her a little longer & gave her an extra reassuring hug & kiss before he left. Poor bloke, surrounded by 200 excitable new girls plus their 'hosts', no wonder he came home with a power tool from Kennards.
What makes me smile when i go to sleep . . . he sleep talks, makes me a hot chocolate even when i don't know i need one & makes me feel beautiful. That's a big call, when we met i was cute, blonde, slim & carefree, i'm a different person now (although people say i never change) but i have big worries on my shoulders with children, business & my husband's work, yet when he's home, i'm so relaxed, happy & serene. I guess this is who he gets to see.
So there you have it, the highlights of things about my favourite person in the whole wide world. Better yet, his best mate is possibly my 2nd favourite person, how easy is it when you love your husband's best friend too??!! Have lovely weekends people, i sure will, love Posie