Blog Title Explanation

When I say that my husband is wonderfully hilarious, I mean it. It's not an overstatement.
God knew what he was doing when He paired us up! C has amazing comedic timing and is always making me laugh. I often wonder, as he does some crazy antic like dancing with me in the kitchen as he sings a love song to me that he is "writing" as he sings, if other people's husbands are this sweet and funny. Do other wives have these moments where they can't believe they get to be married to a man just PERFECT for them? I'm sure they do, but I definitely have to say that mine is the funniest!

Now this isn't to say that C doesn't have his faults. There isn't a week that goes by that I don't get irritated with him for something... not finishing a project, not taking the trash out, or for leaving his coat on the back of the dining room chair again... but all in all, untidy house or not, I am truly blessed to be married to someone so understanding, sweet, loyal, and loving.

All this raving brings me to my point. My blog title. The name is really two-fold, but it all started because of this:
A few weeks ago, I was at work when I got a phone call from my husband. He and his friend decided that they needed to build us a big shed in the backyard. Now mind you, we live on a postage stamp AND we already have a shed. A shed that we just built last summer; We haven't even had the thing for a year!
C hasn't finished putting the lattice on the front porch since he did half the job LAST year, but he wants to go BACK and re-do something that's already been done and is actually completed (by the Grace of God! ha!).... You can imagine my irritation and cynicism when he relayed to me his grandiose plan. In my mind, the idea was immediately off the table.

Trying to be the loving, respectful wife I know I am called to be, I try to give him a list of all the reasons why building a new shed is completely out of the realm of possibilties, without actually saying the word "NO!", like he's a child.
He could obviously sense my growing irritation and dwindling patience, because he stops telling me his lists of "pros" (I don't remember there being any cons...), and says, "I love you."
I try to push past my animosity for the situation, and I say, "I love you, too" with all the sincerity I could muster.
Not one to be outdone, and, like I said, the boy is made of sweetness and great timing, he says to me, "I love you three."

Who can be mad at a grown man who says, "I love you three"?!
All anger left me at that point. Mostly because of his words, but maybe slightly because I knew he knew.... there would be no new shed. :)

So I had been trying to think of a blog name for weeks and hadn't thought of anything that I deemed brilliant or clever, or even just fitting. But these 4 words, "I love you three" would not leave my head. After a while, I finally decided that this would be the perfect name for my blog because I love the double entendre. As I said in my profile, C and I are planning to start trying to get pregnant within a few months and the next addition will be the third member of our family.

I love my husband, he loves me too, and we'll love our baby, three.

I assume this blog will be made up of silly little stories like this, random ramblings about things I like to discuss, and hopefully soon, some pictures of a baby belly growin'! Can't wait to see how life unfolds!