Have I blabbered on enough in this blog about how much I love the hubster?
For those of you that have been following for a while, you may think I have. You may be getting tired of hearing me gush. But then again, he's so gush-worthy.
Be warned: if you don't wish to hear more about the hubster and his general wonderfulness, close this window now...
(I knew you wouldn't leave. How could you not want to hear about hubby??)
As you know, we're in the middle of home renos. The kitchen's a mess and it stresses me out. So, almost every day I get a little tense, a little short with my words, a little frustrated. And hubster's reaction? Very calm and cool and all rolling-with-the-punches-like. Which, I'm not going to lie, is annoying at times. But also comes in handy when I need a little breather from the internal wackness that is my stressed-out mind.
I was thinking about hubster this morning on the subway. His reaction to all this kitchen stuff just further confirms for me that he's a fantastic person. He knows how to read me and how to make me feel better about everything, without making me feel like I'm irrational or wrong for feeling the way I do. He may get angry or stressed at times, but it never lasts long. And then he's just back to his even-keel kind of way.
The hubster knows. That calm demeanor and relaxed stance... it's all to make you feel comfortable in his presence. But he knows what you're thinking. And what to say. Yes, he knows. He's smart that hubster of mine.
Oh, and his name... is Andrew. And I love him to death.