'If ever two were one, then surely we'

There are advantages to being the only adult in the household. Nobody's snoring wakes me up at night and nobody steals my covers, for instance. The toilet seat in the master bathroom stays down. I can stay up as late as I want to and I can feed the kids cereal for dinner. I have full control of the TV remote and the thermostat. And there are fewer pairs of boots to trip over in the entryway.

Advantages, sure. But all together they could not outweigh the benefits of having my husband here at home.

There are the obvious benefits.

Ahem.

Beyond that, I just like having Steve around. He is my best friend and in many ways he completely spoils me. He cooks. He washes the dishes. He tucks the kids into bed. He does all that guy stuff like fixing things and moving furniture and roughhousing with the dog. He listens to me ramble on about all kinds of things and manages to look interested most of the time. He gives me a quick kiss or squeeze or high five when we pass each other in the hallway. He makes me laugh every day. He inspires me to be a better person. Oh sure, he has his faults. We all do. But we also have a way of overlooking those faults or learning to live with some quirky behaviors when we are in love.

I was reminded over the weekend how much I really do love having Steve around. He adds so much life to this place. Or maybe it's the combination of the two of us. I don't know. I just know that I miss him when he's gone and appreciate the times I get to be with him that much more.