So I married an alien

Over the last 20 years or so, I have occasionally had the feeling that Steve was from another planet. Not Mars or Venus or any of that rubbish, but I've had this inkling that there was something about him that was absolutely foreign.

And this morning my suspicions were confirmed.

Steve and I had an extremely late night, preparing for a fundraiser for the Weekend to End Breast Cancer, and when Noah sailed into our room this morning with a chipper, "Good morning!" I was unable to move or form a coherent response.

Steve, on the other hand, rolled out of bed to hug Noah and wish him an equally good morning. He then went to the kitchen to get Noah's breakfast, and I could hear him singing, "Good morning, good morning from the sun. Good morning, good morning everyone!"

Steve returned to our room, still singing, kissed me, and asked if I'd like toast or cereal.

I rest my case.

I wonder if there's a support group.