My MVP

"If I was totally into scrapbooking...we'd probably never be six rows back at the scrapbooking convention right now, would we?" I asked my husband last night as we sat just six rows back...I mean SIX rows. I could have reached out and rubbed Amare's newly shaved head...

"Ummm, probably not." He responded with a smile of a husband that KNEW he'd just scored MAJOR "husband points" with his newly NBA obsessed wife.

All I did was say..."Hey wouldn't it be fun to go the the game?" -and it was as if I rubbed a magic lamp. Allacazam...there I was in some of the best seats in the house, watching my boys kill the Shaq-less, Wade-less, Riley-less Heat. Even without a heart wrenching game, you couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

So this post is to give props to the real MVP in my life. While Steve Nash makes it happen on the court...No one...I mean NO ONE, loves me like my husband does. So thank you babe, for giving me a fantastic night...it will not go unnoticed. (if you know what I mean.)