I just have to tell you the caliber of husband I have. I'm still sick, and not cooking dinner like I normally do. Late last week he surprsied me by bringing me home a Jamba Juice, which, having grown up going to the original one in SLO, I think is the best smoothie place EVER. And then Sunday night I was hungry, and I was also wanting a thermometer to be able to take my temperature (our kids broke our other one, that is a blogpost all its own), so Kevin set out on the errands.
Not only does he come back with dinner and a milkshake, he also bought me a Butterfinger candybar at the drugstore.
Be still my heart.
Do you know the last time I had a whole Butterfinger like that? It's been many, many years. TOO many years.
Some husbands would buy medicine. Others would go to Whole Foods. But MY husband brought me a Butterfinger. Which I ate. All of it. In about three minutes. Laying on the couch. I felt like a king.
The great thing about marriage is, that while you might not have that "excitement of a new romance" thing going on, you get to spend your life with someone who knows you better than you know yourself. So they know what you need, even if you don't ask for it. And if you're really lucky, they'll bring you a Butterfinger when you're sick!!!!!
(This beloved candybar DOES contain 4 grams of protein, and 1 gram of fiber. So really, it should be in the health-food aisle.)