Brett handed me a folder tonight with every bit of info about my trip — seat reservations, yahoo map to the hotel, etc. — all tucked into plastic page protectors. He’s also the one who did all of the paper wrangling and budget planning.

When he took our taxes in last year, the CPA fell in love with him because it was the same thing. Plastic page protectors, neatly labeled files, copies of receipts in chronological order. Keeping track of our various paper trails is one of Brett’s big jobs in our marriage and I’m always grateful that he does such good work of it.

I would insert a picture of him here for this entry except that now everytime I take a picture of him he says, “You’re going to put that on your blog, aren’t you. Please tell me you aren’t. Please don’t. Just don’t. You won’t? Really? Promise? Thanks. I really appreciate that. Seriously. Thank you.”

So no picture. Too bad ‘cuz he’s cute.

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