A Good Beer Husband

Just some reflection...

• He holds my hand, whenever, wherever. Unless they're sweaty, or the game's in triple overtime, then I'm on my own.
• I have full access to any glass of beer in his hands, but not before he takes that first whiff of aroma and describes all it's notes to me in detail.
• I know he shows he's a beer snob when he asks for the beer menu at restaurants, scoffs at the list of adjunct lagers, and bluntly asks for a Coke. But it's so darn cute!
• He will brave the elements and terrible drivers to go out and forage for me the perfect stout. Though there are also several NEIPAS and sours for himself, he makes sure I get something amazing. I am currently obsessed with Beer Tree's Fika. I love me a good milk stout!
• He gives no judgement when I slam that 7.9% milk stout just for the flavor and the buzz. He knows what I am going through right now; my Good Beer Husband understands my dysfunctional family dynamics.
• Yay though I walk through the valley of endless choices at the beverage center, I will fear no sub-par brew, for my husband, he is always, right over there, at the tap, chatting up the employees and getting the skinny on the best current beers and ciders available.

​I love him.