I love my Husband

Omg I love my husband. I just came home for my lunch break from work. I work in a really really stressful enviorment and it usually takes me a few minutes when I come home to de-stress. I usually just eat really quick and run back.

Today I came home for lunch, totally stressed out with my head still in the office, as usual. But when I walked in, my husband took my bag, took my coat, and gave me a huge hug. Then he said, “Let’s go look at some things,” and he leads me by the hand past some empty boxes he just unpacked and put away, then to the bedroom where he put together a dresser and put my clothes away in it (!), to the pile of clean laundry he had sorted and put away, and then finally to the closet where he sorted out all his clothes.

I was on the floor. He usually never does stuff like this unless I’ve asked him to, usually more than once. He knows I hate mess and it’s been bugging me that everything’s all over the place, because we have nowhere to put anything (hence the assembled dresser). So today while I was at work, after he came home from yeshiva and before he did his physics paper, he did all this for me.

I started crying I was so happy and overwhelmed. (Also, I’m very overtired and stressed. But still.) It was so sweet! And the absolute sweetest thing is not what he did, but that he was so happy that I was happy.  It’s so amazing to have someone like that, that all he wants is for me to be happy. It’s amazing. He’s so amazing. When he’s happy it doesn’t make me as happy as it makes him. Girls are more emotional. But the look on his face, and his smile when he saw me smiling, was priceless.

God, I’m tearing up again.

I love him.