It's a crazy kind of love

I know I say this a lot. But it's only because it's true. And for some reason this week my heart just skips an extra beat about this man.
Here are 10 reasons I fancy this Husband of mine:

1. We can do absolutely nothing together and still be gaga about one another.
2. When he's sick, like really sick, like kleenex filled every 2 minutes kind of sick, he still finds time to take me out on a date. I mean, sure, we only lasted for like 15 minutes at the coffee shop. But it was the attempt that counted.
3. Every day this man asks me to pray with him. Enough said.
4. His kisses. I like them.
5. He's a goofball. And while I'd like that just in and of itself, I also like it because it allows me to be me. Just plain ol crazy me. And he finds it endearing. Well most of the time. perhaps not early in the morning...sorry babe.
6. He puts the toilet seat down. Like both down. Nuff said.
7. He wants babies. Like really wants them. Like sometimes more than me {if that is possible}.
Story time: One day, while we were still only dating, we were on our way back from Vancouver and Ad, looking at the back seat says, "I'm excited to one day look in the rearview and see our children in the back seat." Um. Ok. Marry me now!
8. He's OK with my inept cooking skills.
9. He vacuums. He appreciates a clean house. Most of the time.
10. He's just so darn good-lookin'!

It's a crazy love we have.
xoxo.

Also. For those of you that read my last post about Ad's birthday, I'd like to clarify that my Husband is not 50. Sheesh. While I said Half-century, I completly meant quarter-century. My bad. But really, this doesn't surprise me. I'm prone to mess up sayings or facts like this. One day I'll post about them all.