Two of the worst feelings. Yet, sometimes they come from the best places.

1. I am jealous of the wife’s ability to put sentences together. Even her casual little blog posts are fucking gorgeous. My chest swells with jealousy only to be crushed by love. Now the feeling isn’t jealousy. It’s pride and gooey adoration and sunshine and puppies. Puppies far outrank jealousy.

2. I am embarrassed how much I like this song:

3. See both emotions combined in the wife’s most recent blog post:

Trust me, you’ll love it.

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