I don’t really get the chance to talk about my husband, N, very much. Sure, I mention him in passing or when he’s annoyed me or done something terribly sweet for me. But there’s so much more to him than that and I honestly can’t believe how lucky I am to be married to that man.
Let me tell you about N.
He’s shy even though he seems really outgoing. He still blushes when I flirt with him. He’d rather stay home than go out. Family is just as important to him as it is to me. He’s gorgeous. He’s supremely creative and I find myself wowed by the things he comes up with. He’s an amazing cook and he’s the reason I’ve gained a bajillion pounds. He knows me better than even my closest friends; he knows me at my worst and he knows all of my secrets. He also knows my triumphs and my favorite memories and he loves me just as much for the bad as for the good. He knows better than anyone else in the world how to push my buttons and make me angry; but he also knows how to make it all right in an instant. I love harder and fight harder with him than I ever have with anyone else. He makes me who I am every morning when I wake up next to him.
I couldn’t imagine my life without N. It would be a hell of a lot more boring and (probably) easy, but I swear I wouldn’t trade a moment of it.
I love him, I’m in love with him and I’m crazy about him. Even on the worst day, that brings me happiness. What more do you need in life than love?