I finished reading Everneath last night around 3 am, review to come, and was compelled to look at my husband while he was sleeping, and smile.
I won’t spoil the book for anyone but lets just say it’s a bit sad. One of the male leads, Jack, is so passionate and in love, along with the things he does throughout the story, it reminded me of my husband.
I don’t usually get emotional (hate to cry), and I’m not very touchy-feely (childhood scaring I suppose); but I cuddled up to my husband (not an everyday occurrence) and basked in his unique “man smell” and enjoyed being close to the one I love.
Things got a little carried away when he woke up because I was huggin’ up on him…but that’s not what this is about.
I just find myself very blessed to have him in my life. He’s not only a great husband, but an even better father, which makes me love him even more. It’s funny how things with him come so easily and feels so natural, I forget how life was before him. He’s flawed, naturally, and I haven’t given up my belief that all men are jerks to some degree; but for the most part, I am one of the lucky ones.
I landed a good guy. Love you, Husband!