That's right. That wasn't a misprint. My husband loves me the way I LOVE a tall soy caramel machiatto from Starbucks. I really enjoy a good cup of coffee but I adore my tall soy caramel machiatto! There is nothing in the world like it to me. I don't need it in a larger size...I don't need it with a different type of milk. The way I order it is the way I like it and it's perfect to me.

Today as my husband looked at me doing my usual goofy antics and making my routine corny jokes I realized..this man loves me. Like he really loves me just the way I am. We laughed together and he listed all of the things that he laughs at me about.....my over dramatic expressions...my clutziness....my inability to use the bathroom without turning the water on...my extreme paranoia about natural bodily functions...the fake falsetto voice I try to carry a tune in...my two left feet that finds it hard to catch a beat...

And he adores me.

I'm his tall soy caramel machiatto. I'm perfect for him. I'm made exactly the way he likes it. There is no other that he'd rather have.

Just Me.
Just the way I am.