Married to a little
This weekend I was doing some building around the house. I slipped while working over my head, and punched myself in the face with a tool in hand. I realized later I was bleeding. So I found my wife, and had her clean it and then of course I needed a bandaid
And the excitement spread over her face almost in slow motion
To the tune of giggles interrupted by deep concentration I got my cut cleaned with alcohol swabs (didn’t flinch. Ok maybe just a little.), and then I got a
Pink. Hello. Kitty. Bandaid.
She was so pleased with herself. Best part? We were going out to run errands and eat. So for a few hours, she’s walking around with me while I have it on. She kept forgetting and then when she looked my way she was giggly and excited all over again.
Weirdest part? Nobody said boo. Not a word. Not the waitress, not the cashiers, not the other guys walking past me in the post office, not one damn word.
So to sum up, I’m married to the sweetest little weirdo. And this yet another example that being a good caregiver will always pay dividends. Her joy at that day was worth it.
Also, I’m a badass. Minimal flinch on the cleaning?! TOUGH
I’m not a Little but this story is to damn cute and sweet! I love it!
Haha thanks. I’m still in awe of how much this has circulated
