So I'm sitting on the couch right now, working on some stuff for work. I look over, and Ty's sitting in his favorite green chair, in his boxers, watching one of his favorite shows, and lets out a huge fart, declaring, "Well, that's gonna smell!" While this would normally gross me out to the max, and I would make some snide comment about how disgusting he is, and I wish he could contain himself, this time it was different. I mean, he's sitting here right now in his underwear for crying out loud...something I would definitely never do, and he let a huge one rip...something I also would never do. I realize how comfortable he must be with me to be able to do these things, and even though its 100% disgusting, its somewhat of a comfort to me too. Its the little things like looking over at my farting, boxer-clad husband, that make me realize how completely comfortable and content I am with my marriage.
Its kind of sad that it takes boxers and farting to remind me of this, but sometimes its the little things that make all the difference.