Pierre

that's what i call him, sometimes.

dis eez mhy huzbahnd.

(please say outloud, enthusiastically, with a fun accent)

my husband with his second love.

(I'm his first)

I have a good husband, you know. He lets me talk and talk sometimes and doesn't complain. He lets me make up and sing him silly songs in spanish at night. He gives me honest suggestions when I need to change. He doesn't care that I often do not make dinner on weekdays because I come home spent. He winks at me, and I like it.

You know what? Here's a good one. He picks his nose. (His one flaw.) But, the funny thing is that I never really see what's up there except for in his left nostril there is THE booger of all boogers. Always in the same place, usually showing up in the mornings, and he never knows it's there before I tell him. Or at least never takes care of it before I see it and tell him. It always comes back, and it is funny. Gross, but funny. But the never-ending boogie is not the point today...

I was writing Madeline, P's sister (who is STILL in the MTC after 12 weeks...bless her heart. Foot injury) today and I just starting telling her how much I love Pierre. I even got a little emotional. I told her when we were in the temple this week and I sat with him and I just felt love. He is so good. I have felt very grateful and close to him lately (more than normal, I mean) and it's this safe, joyful feeling. He works hard at school and work and church because it's right and he wants to do what's right. He is hopeful, persevering, and optimistic. He is refreshing.

He was the captain of his high school football team, too.

I married the football captain, who'd have thought?

Driving with my adolescent friends yesterday we were about to go through a tunnel. One said "yell your crushes name!" (because then they'll love you too, don't ya know. I'd never heard of that one!) so I took a deep breath and

"PERRIS"

he's my forever crush