memo

When I told my husband I had made a blog, the first thing he asked me was, "Are you going to write one about how great I am, and how nice, and wonderful? I think you should. In fact I'd like you to have a memo to me this afternoon outlining all the nice things you are going to write about me." This is funny if you know Trav. I guess its funny anyway. So for starters you should know that I work a lot of nights (I am a nurse), which is just crappy anyway you look at it. However, my very thoughtful husband sometimes (often) brings me dinner, in the middle of the night, which is nice because it spares me the cafeteria food, and he is giving up valuable sleep hours to spend time with me. He is a sweet guy. No surprise there. The first time we hung out I had sprained my ankle and he put HIS foot in the bucket of ice with me so I would keep mine in. He is almost always happy. He never starts fights...ever. He always says sorry. He tries really hard to be a good person. He is a much better house keeper then me. He is without guile. He is more sensitive then most people know. He laughs a lot. He takes really good care of me, and really all he asks in return are some scratches on the back. These are not all the nice things about Trav...just a few.