My sweet husband surprised me Saturday night after work by coming home a day early! I drove up to the house and saw the bedroom lights on (I only leave them on when I'm feeling particularly lonely and want to come home to a pre-lit house), completely missing the fact his car was in front of the house. :)
Last night, we snuggled up on the couch and watched CARS on the tube (he watched, I laughed at the funny parts, and started a new book on Italy, 100 Places in Italy Every Woman Should Visit ). I kept stumbling across these romantic passages about sipping espresso in a cafe, walking along cobblestone streets, and romantic sunsets over the Adriatic, oohing and aahing and looking up from Cameron's lap to get a good chuckle out of him (he rolls his eyes, but, secretly, really wants to experience these things with me). I love my husband. He is my greatest source of joy here on Earth.
Right now, he's a sicky boy. With a fever, he has to stay home from work tonight. It's so hard for me to see him without any energy, coughing up thick secretions. But, I do love kissing him on the forehead and playing nurse at home. PS - Pho does wonders for the soul, especially the sick one!