Say I love you with bacon

I needed to say something about my husband. Although I would never trash my man for any reason, I do come here to complain about him a little once and a while. Spanking/ not spanking, I often mildly gripe about a few things. But in case you might be new here I’d like to paint a more accurate picture.

My parents spoiled me as I grew up, after I married the pattern didn’t change much. Almost so subtly that don’t even notice, Nick spoils me like crazy. I know my close friends out here are hurting themselves nodding in agreement.

But it really hit me again the other morning. Nick always gets up early, on the days he works he’s often out of the house before four. He doesn’t work on Fridays, but he still up early. Sometimes he has cereal for breakfast but often he’ll fix bacon and eggs for himself. (I do often make blueberry pancakes for him on Saturdays.) When Nick makes bacon, he’ll throw in a couple of slices of for me. He knows I love bacon and don’t mind eating it cold.

Last Friday I was getting out of the shower when he said, “I’m heading to the golf course. Sorry about breakfast, there was only one piece of bacon this morning.”

“No problem,” I told him and with a quick pop to my wet bottom he was gone. I dried my hair and dress then headed to the kitchen. There on the counter, on a small plate, was a half a piece of bacon.

It almost made me cry. This man loves me and boy, do I love him! The next time I complain you all should come after me with a switch!