I love the husb so much. Well, one of the reasons anyway.
This is our bed. Those are my pyjamas.
Every night, at bed time, the husb comes upstairs first. He turns on the electric blanket (mmmm), sets the kids’ clocks so they don’t come up to us unfeasibly early, cleans his teeth and then comes downstairs to let me know he’s done. I go up, clean my teeth and retrieve my pyjamas from under the duvet where he’s thoughtfully put them to warm up.
Love is a pair of warm pyjamas.
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You’re spoilt you are
That is the nicest thing, and I can honestly say I’ve never in my whole life even CONSIDERED warming somebody’s pjs for them! How thoughtful of him!
This is so sweet! Totally spoiled you are!
x
Now that is impressive – Sod doing that in our bedroom, I won’t open our bedroom door until Jo has sat huffing on the door handle for five minutes to warm it up. I suppose I could put the heating on but she seems so happy…
Can he give Nat lessons?
awww that really is true love. you’re so lucky!
my favourite of your posts – ever. I love hearing the tenderness in your words. He is clearly special, and you deserve it.
M2Mx
I used to work with a girl whose boyfriend used to wrap her PJ’s around a hot water bottle for her every night , and all we could ever say to her was marry him and marry him fast!!!! You are truly blessed xx
I missed this post. I welled up when I read it. Oh my, you lucky lucky girl. Every woman deserves this.
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