The Grass isn’t Greener…

So today my Husband, Little Man and I were sitting in a local coffee shop enjoying beverages and some munchies, it was early morning and I was really enjoying spending the time with my Husband and my son. All of a sudden some young kid- I say kid because of the way he was acting, and I say young because he WAS young- About my husband’s age (Which I would consider to be young) came in and started throwing around profanities like they were rice at a wedding and making loud silly noises talking about how “drunk” he was at the time.

Now my husband is 24, and I believe that he is quite the accomplished man for his age, and although sometimes immature.. he is NOTHING like THAT…

I looked at him over the table.. love (and relief) in my eyes and said to him. “I am so glad I married you.” He looked bewildered and asked… “What? Why!?” and I responded with: “Look at my other options…” and gestured to the two losers standing at the counter acting like monkeys…

Suddenly his socks on the floor don’t seem so bad…

I still HATE the cups beside the bed though.