He knows the real me. You know, the me that only comes out at home behind closed doors
when I'm feeling way in-over-my-head and am too tired to think about how
in-over-my-head I really am. And he loves me anyway.
He's a realist and I'm an optimist, and man do we balance each other out just fine...
He sits, and makes me sit sometimes too.
He's silly and serious, and balances out our family
just when we need a little of one or the other.
So, so good for me.