I don't know about this one. I struggle sometimes with being a grumpy ass. Especially right after I get home from work or when I'm tired at night...or hangry. This morning I told her I didn't want the cinnamon bun she made for our daughter and me because she wrapped it in tin foil and all the icing came off (she also made me coffee and lunch). Who says stuff like that? A spoiled 5 year old brat, that's who (I took it though cause I instantly felt bad as soon as I said it...it was delicious).
I don't treat her like I should all the time, and I guess that goes both ways. But in the end, that's sort of what marriage is. Give and take. She IS my queen, my bride and my best friend and she does deserve to be treated more like royalty. Especially when she has a baby hanging off her bosom 8 or ten times a day like a human bottle.
And perhaps that's what
I love about her. That she
deserves to be treated like royalty.
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