How do you describe your husband without getting mushy?
I'm willing to make a bet that it is possible.
You see, Bill is my best friend and when I mean best friend, he is my buddy, my gym partner, masseuse, person-who-walks-my-dog-when-I'm-too-lazy, chef, grocery runner and all time chat listener and responder.
But don't start ooh-ing and aaah-ing yet, everyone has their imperfections and so does Bill. It's amazing how one person can be so endearing to you and yet be so annoying and a source of irritation at times. Like the fact that he hates my schedules (or my constant goal of having a schedule), the clothes that I force him to wear ( he always prefers his basketball jerseys), eats fast and leaves me to finish my food alone in the table and sleeps facing the wall.
They say that marriage is a reality check. I met Bill, became friends, married him, fou
ght with him (fairly), made up and fought again, made up.It's a never ending cycle. But you know what, every fight we have is a new issue, the old ones were always settled.
That's the reason I now begin to hate romantic flicks, they paint a perfect picture. Sure its easy and its a big fairy tale but it fails to tell those who are still hoping that the real thing is still the best.
My husband is my bestfriend. Even if he is all sweaty, hasn't brushed his teeth, wearing his bright yellow jersey that makes him look like an oversized canary, he never fails to make my heart skip a beat every time. Our love is true and unconditional. We don't need to prove it everyday, but once those moments come, it makes me believe that this partnership was blessed. We know in our hearts that our marriage is always top priority.
Let's just say I found a frog, who told me he is a prince. So I kissed him and poof! he turned into a man that I can actually live the rest of my life with. Now, all I need to do is find a way for him to stop making me understand football. (This is going to take years.)
Darn! and I said I wouldn't get mushy. . .
I'm willing to make a bet that it is possible.
You see, Bill is my best friend and when I mean best friend, he is my buddy, my gym partner, masseuse, person-who-walks-my-dog-when-I'm-too-lazy, chef, grocery runner and all time chat listener and responder.
But don't start ooh-ing and aaah-ing yet, everyone has their imperfections and so does Bill. It's amazing how one person can be so endearing to you and yet be so annoying and a source of irritation at times. Like the fact that he hates my schedules (or my constant goal of having a schedule), the clothes that I force him to wear ( he always prefers his basketball jerseys), eats fast and leaves me to finish my food alone in the table and sleeps facing the wall.
They say that marriage is a reality check. I met Bill, became friends, married him, fou
ght with him (fairly), made up and fought again, made up.It's a never ending cycle. But you know what, every fight we have is a new issue, the old ones were always settled.That's the reason I now begin to hate romantic flicks, they paint a perfect picture. Sure its easy and its a big fairy tale but it fails to tell those who are still hoping that the real thing is still the best.
My husband is my bestfriend. Even if he is all sweaty, hasn't brushed his teeth, wearing his bright yellow jersey that makes him look like an oversized canary, he never fails to make my heart skip a beat every time. Our love is true and unconditional. We don't need to prove it everyday, but once those moments come, it makes me believe that this partnership was blessed. We know in our hearts that our marriage is always top priority.
Let's just say I found a frog, who told me he is a prince. So I kissed him and poof! he turned into a man that I can actually live the rest of my life with. Now, all I need to do is find a way for him to stop making me understand football. (This is going to take years.)
Darn! and I said I wouldn't get mushy. . .
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