I am feeling very mushy right now. I want to go cuddle with my hubby and snuggle. But he's upstairs watching TV (which I don't enjoy much) and I'm down here. I was reading a book. Now I'm blogging.
I don't know why I am in a mushy mood. There was a mushy song on the radio on my way home from the hospital. And I was visiting a friend who is in the hospital and her husband was there with a mask on because he has a cough. But I don't know why that would make me mushy.
I just was thinking about how much I love my husband. He's so considerate. I love it when we cuddle at night. He puts his hand on my back. Sometimes I get a really hot kiss when he comes home. He's a flower kind of guy. I got pink roses last week for no reason but that he loves me. I like the flowers. But him being there, talking to me, holding me, knowing he'll come home tomorrow night, too, if he can possibly manage it… He's a good man and I love him.