sometimes I'm a really good wife

pants: express (at least 7 years ago)  scarf: gap  shoes: dsw

(please ignore the fact that my pants are in desperate need of being ironed.  oops.)

 Overall I think I'm a pretty good wife.  And thankfully Chris makes it really clear that I make him happy.

Chris is actually pretty easy to make happy, which I appreciate. 

But sometimes, something makes him so incredibly happy and he can't stop talking about it.  After a lot of searching and debating about what lawn mower to buy, he finally found a great deal on a John Deere riding mower.
Now we don't need a riding mower. Our yard is not that big.  

But despite the slight increase in lawn mower budget and that it is not a huge need, I agreed with Chris that he should get it. 

I feel pretty good about my decision after I saw how unbelievably excited he was.  

All within 10 minutes he said to me:

"Did you see my mower?" 

"Did you go sit on it in the garage while I was gone?"

"Want to go sit on it when I get home?"

"Aren't you just so excited to ride around on my lawn mower?" 

"I'm going to go hang out in the garage with my John Deere."

Happy Husband.  Happy Me. 

and posts like this have to make up for ones like this, right?


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