Yesterday I was stressing about school and I was over by my desk organizing and huffing and puffing and being frazzled and stuff and John walks right up to me and hands me this envelope with my name on it. I open it up and it’s just one of those stock “Thank You” cards that you get in a pack at any big box store and on the inside all it says is, “Thanks for being cute.”

And that’s why he’s my husband.