I'm lucky enough to have a husband who isn't afraid of expressing how he really feels. True, sometimes those feeling are anger or sadness, which take a bit of work (on both of our parts) to work with, but he is also really great at letting me know when he is really truly happy, proud, and especially how much he loves me.
His best friend is in town for a few days. Sure, I may get minorly neglected while he tries to cram in time with his buddy -- I'm totally cool with that. He doesn't get to see him often, so it's only fitting that his friend is his main focus right now.
But last night, while we were all out together, I still got a knee-rub at the bar. I still had my hand held while we were walking to the car. I still got a quick cuddle and a few kisses. Later, he let me know that he and his friend had had a long, deep discussion, and his friend had basically told him that I was a great catch, and my husband had better treat me right. My husband let me know that he knew all of that, but that it was good for him to get that reminder from someone else; from a friend who can really see the greatness between us.
I'm really lucky to have a husband who isn't afraid to tell me how much he loves me, and to show me that and make an effort every day.
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