I always get comments on how good my husband treats me.
And it's true.
I.
AM.
SPOILED.
And I always have been. From my father to my three brothers. To Bucky and my two sons. The boys in my life have always spoiled me.
When Bucky and I got married, he made dinner for at least the first nine months. I honestly can't remember making anything worth eating.
I never changed a diaper until our firstborn was at least 5 days old.
I never got out of bed in the middle of the night to get the baby until our third child was born and Bucky was in Afghanistan and therefore could not bring her to me. (Actually, I believe she just slept in his spot.)
Bucky washes the dishes.
EVERY.
NIGHT.
I know, right? Everyone I have ever told is always so shocked to hear how much my husband does. (Or maybe how little I do?)
In fact when women get in little circles and complain about their husbands I feel like an outcast. I have nothing to say.
Bucky's biggest fault was cleaning the bathroom when we needed to be somewhere.
And I got mad at him.
I know, seriously?
You think I would have been grateful to have a clean bathroom.
That is my better half.
That's who he is.
And 7 years ago today, I was flying out to Georgia, to stay with my then future brother and sister-in-law and their family (who hardly knew me) to see Bucky graduate from basic training, right before he entered WOC school.
And it was there that we decided that we should be together for eternity.
Even if it meant I had to leave Utah and move to Alabama.
It's funny how things tend to come full circle.
Bucky starts chemo on Tuesday in Utah. Which means we'll be leaving Alabama.
And in a few weeks, I imagine he'll have about just as much hair as he did 7 years ago.
It's the sweet love that you give to me
That makes me believe we can make it through anything
'Cause when it all comes down
And I'm feeling like I'll never last
I just lean on you 'cause Bucky
You're my better half
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