Lucky

I don't know who is luckier in our relationship, but I think I am.

My husband doesn't kiss my ass. He doesn't alway say I am right. He acknowledges when I am, whether with a smile or by yelling something random. He takes me to see sunsets. He tells everyone about me. He says things he has no idea makes my heart melt. He supports me in all of my decisions, and walks me through my mistakes.

I love the man I married. I am definitely the lucky one.