I’d say for at least four nights per week over the past year, I’ve sat awake in bed, typing away on this blog, lights on, while Grey tries to shield his eyes and pass out next to me. That is pretty darn annoying — for him, I mean, not me. But not only has he been such a good sport about me asking him scanner questions at 1AM on a work-night and hearing me whine the question, “Who should I thank today?” about 200 times, but he’s also been supportive of this blog from day one.
Not to mention the fact that he’s just a great husband in general. There’s no one else I could even fathom seeing at the breakfast table or at night before I lay down in bed, every day, for the rest of my life. Like, until I am 100. That’s a REALLY REALLY long time, and it still doesn’t even scare me, so I know we’re perfect for each other. In fact, I’m looking forward to the next 70 years with my best friend and Captain Sexy.
In all honestly, the only time he really even pisses me off is when we’re driving together and, for some reason, he likes to pretend he’s Mario Andretti. But then again, I suppose I’m a control freak who just morphs into a really obnoxious back seat driver, so I guess I’m no pleasure to be around either when it comes to the car.
Regardless, I owe Grey so much. A full year of uninterrupted sleep (hahaha — with the new baby this phrase is unfortunately laughable), but also my gratitude for all his support.