What Is True Love?

True love is cooking with onions when your husband loves them and you absolutely hate them.
True love is saving the last bite of your favorite dessert for your husband because you know he loves it just as much.
True love is posting pictures of your poor, unsuspecting, overworked, sleeping husband... multiple times.

OK, so maybe that's not a sign of true love. But it is a sign that my husband truly loves me despite the fact that I find humor in posting these pictures at his expense.

True love is letting your husband win Settlers, when you totally have it in the bag.
True love is resisting the urge to stay in you pajamas all day, but instead taking a shower and getting ready, because you realize it's important to still look somewhat desirable to your husband. (I'm still not quite there yet).
True love is birthing 3 of his kids.
True love is folding your husbands socks just the way he likes them. Whoa! I got a little bit ahead of myself. I guess in order to have clean socks to fold you actually have to do the laundry.
True love is doing the laundry.
True love is supporting your husbands addiction to Dr. Pepper.

Now to REALLY define true love,
True love is driving into the city so you can be your husbands *clinical boards patient.
True love is laying in a chair for the majority of the day with your mouth propped open.

True love is trusting your husband who is about to stick a needle in your mouth to give you an injection.
True love is trusting that your husband (who is about to give you a shot) will not take advantage of his new found power over you and use it as payback for all the pictures you've posted of him sleeping on the Internet.
True love is letting your husband place a rubber dam over your mouth while drool is seeping out the sides, and your tongue is flailing around trying to find a comfortable place to lay, and you nearly choke on your spit because it's really hard to swallow with your mouth propped open..(Try it. Right now. Open your mouth and swallow. Not so easy, huh! and not so pretty either.)

True love is standing up and walking around with this thing in you mouth when it looks like you've just stepped out of some horror movie. Then standing in line (with mouth still propped open mind you) waiting to be seen by 3 other doctors who will be grading Nate's work. Mean while, drool still seeping, tongue still flailing, spit still chocking.
True love is when your husband finally removes the rubber dam and he gently wipes the drool away from your glistening lips. (I tried to make that sound as romantic as possible. Either way you look at it, it's just not that hot)
True love is when your husband is still willing to kiss you after he's seen the drool seeping, the tongue flailing, and the spit choking. Let's just say, they don't call him Dr. Feelgood for nothing.

*Last weekend marked the last and final test that Nate will ever have to take for the rest of his life! It's been a long time coming, but I think we are finally there.