Those of you who don’t personally know me have no idea who my husband, Chris, is. But for those of you who do, you may know him as the cocky overconfident hookah lounge owner who will talk to anyone about anything. Well, I’m here to tell both categories of people what he’s really like.

A big mushy gushy teddy bear. Sorry, honey.

From the very beginning of our friendship I found it easy to talk to him. For someone who loves to talk, he happens to be exceptional at listening and helping find any solution to a problem you may have. Not to mention he’s good-looking. I thought to myself, if I’m going to talk to someone for hours on end, it might as well be this kid, I could definitely stare at him forever.

Now I know he will read this and that his egotastic filled head is now doubled in size so let’s humble him a little, shall we?

He’s terrible with helping around the house. Without me, he’d be hopeless. Before we lived together I would go to his apartment while he was at class just to clean it. He didn’t even own a vacuum or any sort of cleaning products. One time he had so many dirty dishes piled up that he decided to just throw them into the bathtub to let them all soak. It was that bad. And as for feeding himself, if we didn’t go out on a certain night for dinner, he would eat the most odd things and consider the compilation to equal a meal. What kind of compilation you ask? I recall mass amounts of potato rolls, beefaroni, macaroni and cheese and chips and salsa being the main food staples in his life. I can’t imagine how he managed to stay alive before he met me and I know that if I ever left him for a long amount of time, I would need to call upon my mom friends to check up on him to ensure there are groceries in the refrigerator, clean clothes in the dresser and that my cat is still alive.

Now let’s talk about his parenting skills, ready for this? He’s a wonderful father. I wish there were more men in the world who loved their children as much as he loves his little girl. Chris is gone for the normal 8 hours a day as many other working parents, the hitch is, he doesn’t return home until it’s closing time at the lounge, 1 in the morning, and this means that his princess should be in bed already. I wish. The love he has for Clara is reciprocated and as tired as she is that late, she will often refuse sleep until her father is home and has played with her. And he loves it. On the off night that Clara does fall asleep early, Chris comes home, sulks and asks about every little thing she did that day. Cute, right? He does everything he can for her and although he isn’t always around to help change diapers, calm every temper tantrum or read her Goodnight Moon two hundred and one times a day, he is providing a life for her that many parents aren’t able to offer.

And here’s the kicker, he’s the sweetest and most loving man I have ever met. Seriously. I have never been called beautiful as much in my entire life as I do in one weekend with him. If I have a problem or a worry, he can make it all okay in an instant. There is something about him that just hearing him talk out any issue, makes it go away or seem so insignificant that I can just laugh about how I spent the whole night worrying about it. I have become a much clearer headed person thanks to Chris. He also takes care of me, which for a stay at home mom, is a necessity, but compared to other overtired working husbands, he goes above and beyond. His little gestures like writing love notes to me in the steam on the bathroom mirror, taking me to my favorite late night restaurant in the dead of night, even when he’s dead tired from work because he missed me, bringing me home cupcakes from the grocery store when all I asked for was a gallon of milk, random hugs from behind and demanding kisses when I’m upset with him are just a few of the things that let me know how truly and deeply in love with me he is. Unlike many women, I could never ever doubt this love, and I can never thank him more for that.

Everything he is is perfect. He’s never hurt me and I don’t foresee it ever happening. Although he may not seem like the typical knight in shining armor, he’s proven time and again that together, we have and will continue to create a fairytale life.

Thanks for being my Prince Charming.

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