why to have a husband

[this is the first part in a series i assume will number many. i will update recurrently.]

before i left for work this morning, i kissed a sleeping Michael goodbye. he'd worked several hectic days in a row and seemed out cold. but he stirred when i kissed him, opened his eyes a little and said, "hey... you look pretty. like that one from Breakfast at Tiffany's."

i can guarantee that—considering he was 98 percent asleep at the time—he won't remember ever saying it.

but i will.

mbm