I have an exceptional spouse, and we’ve been together for seven and a half years, three and a bit of those we’ve been married. For the sake of ease and maintaining his anonymity (it’s not fair to keep mine and expose him), I’ll call him my Honey.
He’s my other half and best friend (okay, he’s level pegging with my sister but they both function as BFFs in their own individual ways). Only one person has ever brought home a venti latte, non-fat, with sugar-free hazelnut, on a whim, just as a surprise for me. Not for me the flowers or chocolates, I think I would be worried if he ever brought me either of those things.
He is the reason that I haven’t felt pressured into finding a
He’s an ubergeek and also the person who looks after the security of this blog. Therefore, definitely, no ranting about the spouse will happen on here, not least because he very rarely gives me cause.
Anyway, he’s my honey, and I will talk about him in future posts just because of his importance in my life. For now, he’s my supergeek hubby who spontaneously brings me coffee when he wants to do something lovely for me. Altogether now… Awwww!