True love

I came home from work... and the hubby was unloading the dishwasher.

I walk upstairs to the bedroom to get changed... and the hubby had made the bed.

I left the house after dinner to meet my mom at the mall... and the hubby did the dishes.

And before I go to bed tonight, I need to bring up my laundry... that the hubby washed for me (well, at least some of it).

Even if he didn't do a ding-dang thing around the house, I would love him - but it's the little things like these that make me appreciate him even more.

Could I possibly be any luckier?