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When Andrew showed up this morning with these boots, explaining that they were a gift for all of my recent hard work, I did that thing where my eyes got all crinkly and teary eyed and my nose instantaneously snotted up.
He even remembered that I wear a size six and a half, because he's pretty much mastered the The Art Of The Perfect Husband.
I'm so lucky it makes me sick.
And he's good in bed, too.