He call me "brat face," I call him "jerk face." It's loving and romantic. Gosh, I love this guy. A lot. With me working 18 hour days and him working close to 12 hour days, finding balance is tough. He fell fast asleep on Saturday, and I was so glad to let him sleep for as long as he could. We both woke up early on Saturday morning (6 am) to get ready for our respective jobs. He brought up a warm cup of hot cocoa for me and kissed me goodbye. It was just what I needed. We both went and worked our booties off, and then returned home to our children to make dinner and bond for a minute with them.
I am so stinking grateful.