This weekend, my husband not only acquired a beautiful (huge!) new desk for me to have my own workspace, but he set up one of his old[er] computers so I’d have one to work on (he even transferred all my files from his to mine), organized the desk area with a mini-hutch and other office-space accoutrement, AND gave me three hours to organize my countless files and binders and Sharpies (I have a real problem) while he watched the Bear yesterday afternoon. All of this without me ever asking for any of it. (He claims it’s all because he hates sharing a workspace with me, but I’m convinced that if this were the case, he would have taken this new desk and left me with the crappier one he’s still using.)

Have I mentioned that he’s perfect?