Reason #469 that I adore my husband

These are his slippers.

And he wears them on a regular basis.

On the rare nights where Cary gets home before I do and happens to have some free time, I often come home to find him lounging on the couch in his robe and slippers, reading Calvin and Hobbes. Seeing that focused and driven husband of mine dressed in such a fashion just amuses me to no end.

It is adorable overload. 

Also, he would probably not be extremely pleased that I announced that little tidbit to the world wide web, but the chances of him ever perusing this blog are very slim, so I'm going to go ahead and take my chances.

I'm feeling all nostalgic about that cute husband of mine. A few days ago marked 2 years since he asked me on our first date, and Friday is the 2 year anniversary of our first date. We don't actually celebrate these little anniversaries, but it's still been fun to remember those nervous butterflies, never-ending phone calls, and late nights talking on the hammock. I'm sure I'll torture you all with an insanely sappy love post when our 1st wedding anniversary comes up at the end of the month, so I'll just wrap this before it gets too mushy.

My husband is the best.