My sister told me today that I am a cute mom. I thanked her and said that’s the only cute thing I am…not much of a cute wife, sister, etc. She stops me to say, “No, you were a cute girlfriend!” (NOTICE: She did not say sister…) and I replied, “I’m pretty sure I was a mean girlfriend.” She said that I’m only remembering the mean stuff and not the cute stuff. She continued with all the cute stuff I made for Mike when we were dating, and I said, “You’re right! I AM cute!”
Then I told her the story about how Mike moved this little Winnie the Pooh charm thingie I got him he has hung in his car since he was driving his 1990 Honda Civic. It moved from that car to his Corolla and now to his new Kia. It was so cute! And this is when Van felt the need to correct herself, “Wait! You’re not the cute one. Anh Hai Mike is! He’s totally the cute boyfriend, husband, father, brother-in-law…” Damnit. She’s right. He’s too damn cute.
Husband, if you’re reading this, save some cuteness for the rest of us, will ya?!