When I introduce him to one of my friends, DH has been known to exclaim, “I am the luckiest man alive!” Apparently this form of introduction makes quite an impression on people. The new acquaintance finds it charming and such a sweet thing to say. Me? How do I find it? Laden with subtext.
Here’s a funny thing. My father also considers himself the luckiest man alive. Everyone who knows my mother agrees.
Overheard, this exchange between DH and Dearest Daddy.
DD: I am the luckiest man alive.
DH: No, I am the luckiest man alive.
DD: OK, yes, you are.
DD is not known to easily concede.
But DD is also not known for pulling punches.
So how does this exchange help us confer the superlative?
Let’s just call it a tie.
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone, to all my mamas and their lucky men.
Couldn’t agree more. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms without whom we could not survive. -Luckiest DH
From the second luckiest man alive … the one with the spectacular wife and two spectacular daughters …. I concede
I concur, DD.