On vacation, N and I spend all day together every day instead of just a few hours in the evening after work. As a result, I get a chance to notice that he’s the perfect husband 10 times a day. It’s like he took classes on how to make a woman blissfully happy.
“You need to write a book on how to be the perfect husband to help out other guys,” I say.
“Nah,” he says. “It won’t work unless one has a wife like you.”