Everyone in life is blessed with some kind of good fortune. Maybe it's wealthy parents. Maybe it's a dazzling voice. Maybe it's that perfect body or something else. My good fortune is my husband.
My husband has beautiful brown eyes and a smart-ass smile. He twirls his wedding band around his finger when he's deep in thought. He has an obsession with all televised sports: when his teams are playing he will cheer yell and carry on like he's wearing the coach's hat or a player's jersey. While he'd never admit to it, he has the most wicked sweet tooth I've ever seen. He bellows at me if I stir the pan while he's cooking, and he rubs his face whenever he grows tired, and he gives the best back rubs in the world.