I Love My Husband

Brian and I really are two pieces of a puzzle. In some ways we are so different, but we fit together perfectly.

Before I met Brian, I thought it would take me a long time to get married. I just didn't like the idea of someone else telling me what to do. I didn't want to conform to somebody else's standards.

But Brian is different. He gives me the freedom to be myself. I am an independent woman.

I love my husband because I can go out to dinner by myself if I want to.

I love my husband, because I'll mention that I want to go to something that he wouldn't be interested in, and his response will be, "Go! Have fun!"

I love my husband because he's just as much of a feminist as I am. He has no problem that I prefer to be addressed as "Ms. Hartz" (or MzHartz in some cases) instead of "Mrs. Hartz," and he understands why.

I love my husband because he doesn't buy me flowers for our anniversary. He picks me wildflowers because he thought they were pretty when he saw them on the side of the road. He makes me jewelry just because he wants to. He doesn't know or remember special occasions, he randomly does things for me just because.

I love him because he puts up with me. I didn't come with a lot of baggage, but I've sure picked up enough on the way. I'm convinced I'm screwed up in the head. I've got to be hard to deal with, and impossible to understand.

I love him because he'll say, "Yes, your butt does look big in those pants." He knows that when I ask him that question, I'm not looking for a compliment, I just want to look decent. I appreciate that he'll let me know so I can change into something better.

I love when we telepathically share an idea. (Granted, it usually involves ice cream.) I love when we get excited about simple things together. "Starbucks?" "Starbucks!" I love when we both repeat a line from a song or tv show or movie together at the same time. "Coffee, coffee!"

I love that Brian not only lets me be me and encourages me to be me, but he compliments me. I feel like I'm more myself when I'm around him.

I didn't believe in true love before I met Brian. Sure, I believed in love. Fate even. But one person that is somehow cosmically linked to you? But now, I can feel him. I can feel his energy. I don't need to see him or touch him or hear him to still feel him. After 5 years of marriage and somewhere around 5 years of dating, I am still deeply in love with him.

Baby, I don't know if you'll get the chance to read this, but if so:
Brian, I love you.