Today one of my 8th graders asked who my best friend was. “My husband!” I said. (Obvi, As the 8th graders say.)
Who else is going to cheese ball around with me like this?
Four and a half years ago he asked me to marry him, and I said yes with absolutely no hesitation. He is my amazing best friend, my scruffy faced hotty. The only other person who cracks up with me every time Blurred Lines, Royals, or Get Lucky comes on because we sing the Jimmy Fallon/Rashida Jones/Carrie Underwood Christmas lyrics instead.
I sure love that guy. We celebrated four years this week, and I think we’ll keep this BFF thing going for quite a while more. 😉