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Saturday, April 23, 2005
my husband. And his friends' baby.
Here, just from yesterday, is a brief partial list of reasons I'd be totally jealous if anyone else was married to my husband:
- He willingly went and bought me, um, girlie stuff at the drugstore.
- He made breakfast and lunch, and dished up the food that people brought for dinner, and he did the dishes, as he has every day since I had surgery last week.
- HE MADE ME SIT DOWN AND READ JANE AUSTEN. Do I even have to continue?
- He was outside at twilight having a strategy-and-sneaking sort of war with the kids and LT's friend, who was over to spend the night for LT's birthday. He was on C's team.
- He spent the morning fixing his grandmother's brakes (for free, of course) and just smiled when she was impatient with him about it.
- He has extremely sexy arms.
- He cleaned the guest apartment because his friends were coming to visit today.
- When I went to bed, he stripped the blankets off and then made the bed while I lay in it, which -- especially the cool sheet floating down -- is just the most comfortable thing ever. In a comfort-food sort of way.
Speaking of T's friends -- they are the ones with the miracle baby about whom I wrote in my old journal. And here's Little Miss Miracle herself, in all her little babyish glory:
This is the first time The Nikon has been set loose on a baby. It is having a hard time controlling itself, let me just put it that way.
