Wow, it's been awhile since I posted.

Whateley got worried that I was complaining about our marriage in my last post, so I told him I'd make a post about how he's a great husband. It took awhile since last weekend his parents came to visit (which I'll post about on a later date.) Since then, we've seen Mamma Mia (which is a fun movie) with his parents. And he's even taken me out to sushi a couple of times, where he enjoyed a california roll while I had my sake and hamachi nigiri.

Anyway, while no marriage is perfect, I say that Whateley and I have a great marriage. We laugh together a lot, we have a lot of fun together, whether it's in WoW or other things, and we have the same goals in life. I can't remember the number of times I had asked for a back rub and he happily gave it. Or the times he's rubbed my feet. And I love how we're just walking around, and he'll turn to me and say, "I need a kiss." He's kind of like a puppy. He likes affection and he likes giving it. Growing up in an Asian family, affection isn't something we showed towards each other. Some might say I was affection-starved, though I don't think any more than the average Asian family.

I love how we can have the greatest time just snuggling in front of the TV. And I love how he tells me I'm beautiful and how sexy he can make me feel. I have to be honest, since we moved to Texas, I've put on some pounds that I'm not too happy about. But Whateley tells me I'm hot all the time, and then I don't feel bad about my weight. I love that we still hold hand wherever we go. And I really love Whateley's sense of humor, which meshes with mine, and we have those stupid/weird/gross conversations that would either horrify or confuse anyone else listening in. Let's just say, there have been many conversations that include us laughing our arses off and saying, "Oh, we are going to hell" or "We are horrible people." You know those conversations.

And even when we fight, I love Whateley because he never stoops too low, he doesn't get petty, he doesn't bring up past fights, he apologizes when he's wrong, and he thanks me when I apologize for when I'm wrong. I can't say the same for me, so I'm very lucky that Whateley's better at this stuff than me.

And Whateley is one of the very few people in my life that I don't mind spending all of my time with. You know how even with your closest friends, sometimes being around them too long can grate on your nerves and you just need a break from them? I mean, you love hanging out with them, and you can spend all day with them, and all night even, and possible all day the day after, but after that they've just worn out their welcome? I remember reading in Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus that men need time apart to rejuvenate their love for their wife. That men need to go away to their "cave." And we totally agreed when that time came, Whateley should go into his cave. But the funny part is, in the two years we've been married, he's never gone in the cave. He said once that he thought he might have to, but he decided he'd rather spend that time with me. And the only times I've ever wanted time away from him was to watch Hannah Montana or Project Runway, which he has watched with me on some occasions but refuse to do so for the most part. (Though part of this may be that we both enjoy surfing the web and reading, which we can both do separately but still sitting next to each other.)

I have asked on occasion whether or not it's healthy for a husband and wife to spend almost 24/7 together. After all, we work at the same company, sit next to each other, take our breaks together, drive together, and take our days off together. The few times we were separate was when he or I was sick and stayed home. But so far, I like it. We really enjoy each other's company, and that's just made our marriage great.

Anyway, my apologies to any of my readers if this was a rather sappy post. I'll be sure to whine and complain in my next one. After all, it'll be about my in-laws. (Oh no she did-unt!)