I pretty much have the best husband ever. He is seriously so good to me. Not only does he always tell me I'm beautiful, give me daily massages just because he likes to, work hard for us, make me want to be a better person, and the list goes on... but he dances with me in the kitchen. A lot. And it doesn't get old. Yesterday, I was getting some water out of the fridge, I felt a little tap tap on my shoulder, I looked over, and he swept me into his arms and started dancing with me. Humming a tune he knows I like and giving me butterflies.
And yes, it was just like in the movies. What a romantic.
I'm a lucky girl :)