I don't love that I'm only 5'2". I do love that the New Husband is just shy of 6' tall. This makes him very handy for grabbing those bowls off the top shelf and for getting me seltzer from the storage cabinet and for holding umbrellas.
But I especially love when I ask him to run a quick errand like dropping off the rent check, and he does it without moving my seat and rearranging all of my mirrors in my car.
And I especially love it when I expect to have to rearrange everything and then discover that he didn't move them after all. That saved me like ten minutes this morning, which is the difference between getting stuck in gridlock and not.
It's the little things in life, people. Or the tall things. Or whatever. You catch my drift...
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