How I Know...

I can't believe all the love and happiness I've been feeling the past few months. Of course there are times of freak emotional breakdowns (sorry about that) and times of being tired: no, I'm not cooking dinner tonight. But really, all in all I've been happy, with so many things to smile about.
But most of all, I know I'm loved. Because I can feel it. Every day. Here, let me show you how I know:

• Miles does the laundry. All the time. I'm not allowed to touch it. Sometimes, he'll even fold and put away my stuff. Even when I was talking about diapers (yes, I'm planning on cloth diapers) he said "what are you worried about, I'm the one who does the laundry"
• Miles tells me I'm beautiful. And I know it's true, because he doesn't shy away from telling me when I'm NOT looking so great...
• Every morning, Miles asks me how I slept.
• Every evening, Miles asks me how my day was. Sometimes twice, cuz he forgot he already asked.
• Most of the time when Miles leaves the house and I'm there, he'll say "come say goodbye to your loving husband" in a sing-song voice. Who can deny a man like that a goodbye kiss?
• When I'm busy doing chores and moving about and he wants to hold me, he makes me stand still and we take a moment to be quiet and loved by one another.
• He tells me, all the time, that he loves me. A day doesn't go by without the confession.
• He brings home a chocolate bar once in a while when he's at the grocery store. Sometimes he leaves it on my pillow as a surprise.

Okay, really, I could go on and on and on, but then that would be rediculous for anyone to read. Suffice it to say, it's nice to be loved and to have no doubt about how your husband feels about you. I can only imagine how much that love will grow as our babies join our family and add another facet to our joy and happiness.

I hope that he knows how handsome he is and how much he's loved, too, even when I may not be as vocal about it. But throwing it out there on the internet is a pretty good indication, right?