While trying to make breakfast, I was frying up some bacon and I went into the refrigerator to get out the milk and Bisquick so that I could make pancakes. I grabbed a nearly full half gallon plastic bottle of milk, it slipped from my hands, went straight down and a huge flume of milk came up and hit me in the face. In my hair, all over my face, down my shirt, running all over the floor. All I could do was squeal. 😆 Terry came over and helped me clean up the huge mess and was perfectly kind about it. I can tell you a number of people in my life over the years who would have reacted by screaming at me. But there he is, on his hands and knees mopping up the milk from the floor, with the two of us just laughing about it.
It was a confirmation for me that I’ve made the right choice in picking my partner in life. I could not have found a better man if I tried for the rest of my life.
So, today I am thankful for my husband. And that he’s mine. 😀
Haha, that vision gave me the giggles this morning – it was a great cheer me up from afar 😉
Aww. ^^
You happen to know where they sell guys like him? I’d buy one for myself. 😛
Terry sounds amazing! I’d be jealous if I hadn’t found one of my own. 😉 Seriously, I can so relate to the fear of being yelled at (or made fun of or something) for doing something like that. Niek also just jumps in and helps out. It still takes me by surprise after six years.
What a sweet peach! He is a keeper.
What a sweetheart. He’s a keeper, for sure!