I love this man

(Warning: Sappy post ahead)

After 18 years of wedded bliss -- which is amazing when you consider that we've known each other for 18.5 years, and no I was NOT preggers, I was just that irresistible -- I am still madly in love with my hubby. We've had some tough years and some epic fights, and yes his snoring is currently making me nuts, but I love this man. He is not perfect but he is perfect for me. Which works out great since I'm sort of not perfect, either.

Since I usually stick to running stuff here, I'll gush about something DH did that is running-related:

A couple of weeks ago, I had a massive grocery list and needed to get in a long run. DH grabbed the list and sent me on my run while he did the shopping. (There's a part of me that cringes because if it says "New!" or God forbid "Chunkier!" he will buy it.) So, off I went.

Important note: We were out of gatorade. And I love me some gatorade - helps the post-run donuts go down easier.

Eight sweaty miles later, I got back to my car to find a bottle of my favorite gatorade flavor (original lemon-lime, you know you love it) balanced on my sideview mirror.

What a man!

He not only did NOT complain about my long run and the time it takes since I am so freakin' slow... He went waaaaaay out of his way just to bring me a gatorade. That, dear reader, is "cherishing."

Here's the man of the hour, goofing off with me at a Pacers game:

That's right, he's all mine, ladies!