Here's my number...butt dial me maybe.

After putting Teagan down for a nap today I saw that I had a missed call. From Buddy, who never has a spare moment at work to call. I immediately checked the message, anticipating something important. It wasn't so much important as it was static and background conversation. The call was from his bum. (Cute AND talented.) Most people would delete the message the second they realized it was an accidental call. Not me. I listened to all 2 minutes just to hear the sound of my husband's voice from his back pocket, however muffled. His deep, manly voice still makes me weak in the knees and gets my heart racing. Apparently I'm still in love. With his butt.