Sunday, November 16, 2008

I like being your wifey!

After a particularly nice lunch together at Olive Garden this afternoon, Jack was unlocking and opening my passenger door (he always opens my doors because he was raised right. Learn, boys), when, in a burst of affection toward my sweet wonderful husband, I said:

"I like being your wifey."

He looked at me and smiled.

"I like being your wifey too," he responded.