As it’s well documented, My SCB is the sweetest thing. Whoaaa the sweetest thing, just like Bono would say it.
In the midst of this hectic school schedule I’ve been carrying, he’s been picking up my MAJOR slack. He’s been doing the cooking and the cleaning and picking his wife up off the floor for the 3rd, or the 43rd time when she’s overwhelmed and stressed. In short, he’s been amazing.
One Saturday last month I was in our room, glued to my books at my desk and hardly coming up for air. He was in the living room keeping himself busy, catching up on movies, emails and phone calls. When I finally made my way out of my cave for a bite to eat, this is what I found:

He had made me dinner (a delicious Indian meal), with a bottle of wine I’d had my eye on from the vineyard we went to a while ago (apparently he snuck down to Temecula to get it one weekend when I was working). The candles were lit, the Vandross was playing, it was a perfect night.
And his reason? “Cuz I love you. And it’s Sweetest Day. And our 17th Month-aversary.”
Studying was pretty much shot for the rest of the night, if ya know what I mean…
THEN!!! (there’s more peeps, might wanna take your nausea meds now.)
A couple weeks ago I’d had a rough week at school… multiple exams, and a ton of looming deadlines. I came home Thursday evening after finishing (most of) my work with the intent to just VEG OUT. Sweats, glasses, and watch some 24 with the Mister. Apparently he had other plans…
He comes home around 6pm with a bunch of groceries and a devilish little grin. I got a sinking feeling my night in wasn’t going to happen. So asked him, “Are we having people over tonight?”
“Yeah! I invited all your friends over to celebrate after your test!” He said with such excitement and clearly so proud of himself.
Then behind him come the people I know and love. (I’m just thankful I had a bra on and hadn’t gone completely to the sweats yet!). The BBQ and game night turned out to be just what I needed. We all had a blast and I laughed harder than I had in a long time. Even though my veg night didn’t happen, I’m still so thankful my husband was looking out for me, knowing what would make me happy (although I’m pretty sure 24 on the couch all night would’ve made me happy too…) and knowing I’d need the support of him and some great friends who understand my crazy schedule and forgive me for not being very available recently. The killer margaritas were just a bonus!
This is the sweet face of a someone who wants to be around his wife all the time.

To the one I love, you are the Sweetest Thing. (PS I think he was going for a boob grab there… cover your eyes, Mom!)
