husbands....

Well, we watch the show, "The Office", and in a recent episode, Pam's parents split up. The reason: The room never "lit up" for dad when mom walked into it. So they were divorcing.

Okay, so call me stupid, but I asked Paul last night if the room lights up when I walk into it. He laughed. Laughed!!! And he said, "I wouldn't exactly say THAT...."

I was slightly offended. He could have at least told a little lie!

He loves me. He is good to me. He is responsible, and he is respectful. He is funny, and we get along very well. He is who he is, and I love him with all my heart.

He isn't mushy. Or overly sentimental. And when I think of how our life is, when I walk into a room, I am usually exclaiming how much there is to do, or suggesting what we should do, or telling him about something or other with the kids that needs attention. I really started thinking of what it is like when I do walk into a room. I have been seeing how much I complain lately. I would LIKE to say I never do. Because I hate it. But I have to really work on it more. Oh, I have so much to work on. But one thing I am thankful for is that where Paul is concerned, I don't have to go down the "feel sorry for myself because he doesn't love me" path, because I expect unrealistic reactions from him. But ouch, he laughed!