Thursday, November 03, 2005

My Boulder

Nice to wake up to this from the man who is constantly talking me off the ledge:

Swats, (<--- one of the many pet names he has for me)

I know you had a rough night and are probably hating life today, and that fact that I won't be able to give you break tonight because T is coming over isn't going to help. I will REALLY try to make it up to you over the weekend and my mini vacation.

I know that you are struggling with Juju progress but you are doing what is best, I am sure of it. We just need to be patient for a few more weeks. I want to support you as best I can.

You were my hero when your preggie, and now a superhero with all that you have gone through. Who would of thought you possessed such self displine?

Anyway, I was just thinking about you and all that you do and all that I don't or can't. You are appreciated and needed dearly by me and JuJu.

Still in love with you SIX years later!

-Bozley (<--- one of the many pet names I have for him)


I love this guy!

And all of you are my little rocks, helping keep me sane with all your love and support.

5 Comments:

Blogger M said...

I'd post a comment but I've got to call the dentist... I feel a cavity coming on. Sooooooo effing sweet! UGH! Kiss that man hard when he gets home tonight!

4:00 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Does he give lessons, have him come and talk to my bruce lol.

5:00 PM  
Blogger jay are said...

That is so great....what a guy. I have a husband like that too and feel so grateful and unworthy sometimes!
I've been enjoying your blog and remembering those early years---seems so long ago. They go so fast! Enjoy!

7:03 PM  
Blogger hollibobolli said...

That was SOOOOOOO sweet. And you are so lucky. You give me hope for the future.. There have to be sane men left on this planet!!

HUGS!!!

7:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You guys are cute. What a sweet guy!

And if we're all little rocks, can I at least be a diamond? HA!

8:12 PM  

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