Yesterday, the kids and I sat down to watch Enchanted.
Don't you love that movie? I catch myself laughing every time we watch it. I mean seriously... How did they know this is exactly what I look like when I clean house?? Uncanny!
Yesterday, I couldn't help it; I caught myself choking up a bit too. Blame it on those darn hormones coursing through my blood stream, but I couldn't help but think about my own "Prince Charming" during this song:
How do I know Joe loves me???
He may not sport puffy sleeves and thigh-high boots or carry a sword. He's not too keen on balls and dancing. You won't ever catch him singing in public (or in private for that matter). I doubt he'd even be willing to stand on a moving bus if we got separated in a crowd.
It's really the little things...
Like how every morning when I go to open our front door, it's locked because he made sure it was on his way out to work at 4 am.
Like how he never complains (out loud at least) about the piles of dirty laundry or dishes.
Like how I start telling him how worthless I feel and he just makes jokes trying to change the subject and knock me out of my little pity-party.
Like how he'll change a stinky diaper instead of waiting for me to do it.
Like how he sends me a text every. single. night. letting me know he's just gotten off work and will be home shortly.
Like how I tell him I need a date night and he never argues about it being a waste of money AND then how he ALWAYS lets me pick the movie AND the restaurant. Every time.
Aren't happily-ever-afters grand sometimes?
So, how do YOU know???