Late Breaking Valentine

Dear Husband,

I may have mentioned it before, but at times, you are intolerable. Nevertheless, sometimes doing laundry after the kids have gone to bed, (while you’re out restarting someone’s IV, or getting a load of wood) the reality of how happy I am hits me and I have to stop matching socks because I can’t see them anymore.

This most recent revelation of love entitles you to ten open cupboard doors, five lights left on, and 3 dirty coffee mugs in the wrong sink, with no mention from me in this life or the next. I continue to strive towards the goal of unlimited offers. Until then, I guess go ahead and triple the numbers – kind of a consolation prize that I’m not there yet.