Man Crush Monday

I've got to brag on my man, Ben for a minute. I looked at him last night while we were vegged out on the couch, watching Harry Potter and eating frozen chocolate chips and thought, "how did I get so lucky?"

The man is a saint. He works almost 12 hour days teaching high school ragamuffins and still comes home ready and excited to play with Jude. He gives me my shots in my butt weekly and does a damn good job.  He lets me sleep in on weekends. He tackles all my DIY projects with ease and expertise. He is an awesome, fun, creative dad and truly loves all that goes along with that title.  He does the dishes because he knows the smell makes me nauseous. He tells the baby girl in my tummy he loves her even though I know he is scared to death of having a daughter. He plays the guitar better than Damien Rice. He is the first one called when someone needs a piano moved or a lawn mowed because he's strong and willing. He puts up with my emotional roller coasters and knows how to calm my crazy. He squeegees the shower every time he uses it. And the man is a great kisser.

He's just a cool dude. The peanut butter to my jelly and the ying to my yang. I'll love him forever.