☆★☆★→ Yͦoͦuͦ sͦtͦaͦrͦtͦeͦdͦ eͦaͦtͦiͦnͦgͦ mͦyͦ fͦaͦvͦoͦrͦiͦtͦeͦ cͦaͦnͦdͦyͦ, Yͦoͦuͦ bͦuͦyͦ aͦ pͦaͦcͦkͦ iͦnͦ eͦvͦeͦrͦyͦ sͦtͦoͦrͦeͦ yͦoͦuͦ'rͦeͦ iͦnͦ, Sͦtͦoͦcͦkͦiͦnͦgͦ uͦpͦ oͦnͦ sͦtͦrͦaͦwͦbͦeͦrͦrͦyͦ Mͦeͦnͦtͦoͦsͦ, Sͦoͦ wͦhͦeͦnͦ yͦoͦuͦ kͦiͦsͦsͦ mͦeͦ iͦtͦ'lͦlͦ tͦaͦsͦtͦeͦ lͦiͦkͦeͦ tͦhͦeͦmͦ, Oͦhͦ, yͦoͦuͦ'rͦeͦ sͦoͦ sͦwͦeͦeͦtͦ tͦhͦaͦtͦ mͦyͦ tͦeͦeͦtͦhͦ aͦrͦeͦ gͦoͦnͦnͦaͦ fͦaͦlͦlͦ oͦuͦtͦ, Iͦ'lͦlͦ gͦeͦtͦ cͦaͦvͦiͦtͦiͦeͦsͦ iͦnͦ eͦvͦeͦrͦyͦ sͦiͦnͦgͦlͦeͦ oͦnͦeͦ, Tͦaͦkͦiͦnͦgͦ wͦeͦeͦkͦlͦyͦ tͦrͦiͦpͦsͦ tͦoͦ mͦyͦ dͦeͦnͦtͦiͦsͦtͦ, Bͦuͦtͦ Iͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ tͦhͦaͦtͦ iͦtͦ'sͦ wͦoͦrͦtͦhͦ iͦtͦ bͦeͦcͦaͦuͦsͦeͦ, Wͦhͦeͦnͦ Iͦ tͦaͦsͦtͦeͦdͦ sͦtͦrͦaͦwͦbͦeͦrͦrͦyͦ Mͦeͦnͦtͦoͦsͦ, Iͦ kͦnͦeͦwͦ yͦoͦuͦ wͦeͦrͦeͦ tͦhͦeͦ oͦnͦeͦ ←☆★☆★

Your husband is perfect. Like, actually perfect. Right now, you're playing with your two toddlers on the floor of your living room, and Daniel is in the kitchen finishing the snacks for the kids.

You'd been splitting yourself between work and taking care of the kids, so Daniel took the week off of filming.

Elizabeth, your little six month old is holding onto your hands as she tries to stand while her brother Jay, your two year old, laughs loudly.

"Okay, okay, let's give mommy a break, hm?" Daniel suggests, setting the snacks on the coffee table. He grabs Eliza and begins to feed her so you can rest.

"You're a superhero, handsome," You mutter, leaning over to kiss him.

He blushes and kisses you back. Three years of marriage, five years of being together and ten years of knowing each other and you still make him so nervous.

You gasp when you realize that his lips taste really sweet. "Did you have strawberry mentos!?"

He laughs at you, nodding, "It's been a while since I've kissed you like that, huh? I got some earlier for you. I, uh, I heard you talking to your mom about missing it. I bought the whole shelf of them."

"You have more?!"

He blushes deeper as he pulls out a tube of your favorite mentos. Jay laughs loudly as he watches you interact. The babies don't know what's happening, they just know that mama is really happy.