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Being sick and having someone to take care of you is the best thing out there today as far as I'm concerned. He made lunch and supper. He cleaned the kitchen. He made sure that I slept, watched movies, and studied. He gave me hugs when I convinced myself that I was going to die from this cold. He helped me sit up so that I wouldn't cough myself to death while lying in bed and on the couch. He did grocery shopping all by himself. AND he keeps making me my favourite teas without even being prompted to do so and despite despising them himself. Heck, he probably would have even bought buttermilk if I had asked for it (and if you know F. and buttermilk, you also know that he loves me just a little less than he despises that kind of milk.)
He's a good husband. I'm definitely keeping him. :-)
He's a good husband. I'm definitely keeping him. :-)