My Hunky

Today I had someone call me a spoil brat but I am not spoil nor a brat far from it.

It was said that Hunky gives me all but the thing is he gives to me and also loves me.
Yes, in fact my Hunky treats me like a princess. He takes care of me with every part of him from cleaning up my vomit when I'm sick to wrapping my feet up when I'm just sitting on the couch..
He helps with the kids and cleaning up. This is what a good husband does. Isn't it? So I do not think that in no way counts me as a "Spoiled Brat". That's called having a good partner. 

 Am I wrong? We do for each other that is a marriage.

Since I am speaking of Hunky let me just add that his touch drives a spark in the curve my spine and his kisses make me melt. We mostly all say we have the perfect mate but my Hunky is the best.
I tell you we can argue and afterwards he has listen to what I was trying to get across. He's had my soul for over 19 years now and I hope with God willing we will have many years and a lifetime together.

His surprises are the best but his smell by far beats the gifts. I love that Hunky of mine.