When Your Husband Is Your Favorite Saboteur

I had a plan. A simple plan. Stand by the kitchen island, catch the afternoon light, take one cute selfie for Instagram. You know, the kind of effortless shot that takes forty-seven tries but looks like I just happened to look good while making coffee.

When Your Husband Is Your Favorite Saboteur

But Marcus had other plans. The second I raised my phone, he started doing this ridiculous dance behind me. Not even a good dance – the kind of dad moves that would embarrass Sophie if she weren’t already hiding upstairs. I tried to ignore him, tried to maintain my composure, but then he started making faces that I could see in my phone screen and I completely lost it.

The aftermath of Marcus being Marcus

Twenty minutes later, I’m wiping tears from laughing so hard and I still don’t have my cute selfie. But Sophie, who wandered downstairs during the chaos, somehow captured the whole thing from her perspective. And honestly? These photos of us cracking up together are better than any posed shot I could have planned.

When your husband is both your favorite person and your biggest disruption

The best photos are the ones you never meant to take

This is marriage at 37 and 40 – your husband knowing exactly how to derail your vanity project and somehow making it better in the process. Still don’t have my kitchen selfie though. Maybe tomorrow when he’s at work.