I always tell you stories about what fun surprise he’s done for me this week, but this time I really want to reiterate how sweet of a husband I’ve married. Every morning he wakes up before the butt crack of dawn and he’s ever so careful to not awake me in my beauty slumber, by making sure to close doors softly and tip toe around our room in the dark. The other morning I realized what a sweetie he really is. It’s not that he changed his routine or anything, but I just finally noticed. After he’s gotten dressed, taken the dogs out to the bathroom, fed them, gathered together his computer and papers, he then proceeds to load everything up in his car (or bag if he’s taking the bus). He then backs my car out of the garage so I don’t have to squeeze in with my belly and hangs my keys on the front entry way mirror. All the while I’m cognizant of his every movement, but stay put in my nice warm, and bigger bed at this point. I spread out as soon as he awakes and take over his pillow and his side of the comforter. In a sense, I’m selfish and don’t think twice about him wanting to return to the bed and snuggle a little longer. So after he’s done his morning ritual and could leave at this point. He comes back inside the house, walks all the way upstairs and gives me a soft kiss on my forehead or cheek. This happens every morning and he’s not aware that I’m aware how cute he is. He probably thinks I have no idea that he even kisses me goodbye, but I’m here to say I do. And…I appreciate it! You’re the best Tim. Happy Anniversary.