I love my husband.
I love him more than I love any other person on this planet.
I love and care for him more than I love or care about myself.
I love how he understands me so well and how he can seriously read my mind sometimes.
And I love how we can spend hours upon hours with each other, without doing anything "fun",
and still have the best time of our life, just sitting, talking, laughing, and dreaming.
But, there are times, when I enjoy being alone, i.e., without him.
The times when he gets together with "the guys" and I stay home, alone.
I can blast Taylor Swift on the stereo,
watch tv and read (at the same time),
catch up on my favorite blogs,
and spend hours editing HTML
so that those little social media icons will actually work.
Those times alone, by myself, I can also eat whatever I want.