Earlier this month, Texas Homeboy and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. I haven't been into the sentimental cards much lately...so I got him this one. It's a Hallmark card.
That's a coffee stain on the bottom right-hand corner because Texas Homeboy kept it next to his coffee machine for the next week or two. I'd like to think because he loved it so much, but he probably just didn't know what to do with it. I know just what to do with it! Blog.
Here's what the inside said (I've painted out my inked ramblings of love):
Now, this might be a touchy subject for some, but do you let your spouse see you on the toilet?
Texas Homeboy and I have never been shy about this sort of thing. We don't intrude on each other's privacy, but we'll carry on conversations or be in the bathroom together...
I thought everyone was like this until a friend told me she never allowed her husband in the bathroom while she...um...took care of things. Built a log cabin. Took the kids to the lake. You know. Went #2. What do you call it?
I was shocked. I have no such privacy in my home. Even the dog walks in and expects a pat on her head if I'm in there doing my business. The kids come talk, I shoo them out. You know.
So, my question for you is, do you let your loved one see you in the bathroom? Should that kind of thing be kept more private in order to keep the magic alive? Or does this bring us closer?