Normally I am not an overly sentimental person. Unless there is a Disney World commercial on - then the tears just start flowing. It must be some sort of emotional Pavlovian response. One glimpse of Cinderella castle and I am ugly crying. Anyways, I kind of gag when ladies gush about the husbands (hubbies - gag!) on their blogs. I don't blame anyone for it, but it is just not my thing. So, I am not trying to make you all puke, but I think Anderson deserves a shout out.
He helped me build my craft room. He cheers me on when I am discouraged. He thinks my ideas are so awesome that he spent an entire evening trying to convince me to patent one of them. He doesn't question my "necessary" trips to the craft store. He checks my blog more than I do, and I am not exaggerating. He knows exactly how many comments I have on my posts. Seriously. He is, without a doubt, my number one fan.
He's also pretty talented himself. Knowing my love for the Disney movie, Up (cue the tears), he drew me these last night.
Sweet, right? So here's to you, number one fan. You're the best.