More than a blow

Was feeling lazy last evening and asked Mr. Jang if he could please help me blow dry my hair before I sleep. I suddenly missed those days in my childhood where grandma would do that for us.

And I was thinking it'd be fun getting the hubs to do it. Like, "Welcome to my world where make-up, hair dryer and manicure is a matter of life and death!"

I demonstrated the right way to use the hair dryer, but half-expected him to get my hair all tangled up, or give up halfway. He didn't. In fact, he got all serious and did a good job on the first try. Hair is nice, soft and smooth.

But the end result is not important. What I want to say is that, while I sat there hugging my knees and waiting for him to be done, I thought "give me all the branded bags, new gadgets, exotic vacations or expensive dinners in the world, but I wouldn't exchange it for this experience!" 

I have a husband who doesn't mind blow drying my hair (or doing the laundry or washing the dishes or... the list goes on). More importantly, he does all this with a cheerful heart. 

I think I'm really blessed.