Heading out for a week of 24/7 time together. Things are Awesome. Little things like the spotlessness of the boat to work on, (i told him that when he starts fretting about dirt, I hear "i don't love you" since he said to me and SH that he couldn't love me if the house wasn't to his standard), he recognizes the sickness, he sees how the rest of us are playing in the water and having fun while he is scrubbing a brand-new boat for watermarks, while it is in the water.

I like a guy who cleans, but c'mon! He told me, "i just don't want to end up being the only person who cleans this boat." I said the rest of us would clean it when it was needed, but none of us are interested in making it look unused. If he wants it showroom clean, every trip, he would be the only one cleaning it because the rest of us are more interested in its useability. We want to use it. We can have it detailed if H doesn't want to clean it himself. We'll help once or twice a month beyond general unloading and trash removal.

After that convo, we went into a grocer, straight from the boat. H noticed that his shirt was buttoned crooked. He asked me if he should fix it before we went in the store. I told him i would be terribly proud if he could walk through the store with a misbuttoned shirt. He did it!

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.
(Oscar Wilde)