Last night, as we lay in the dark all snuggled in and ready for sleep, my husband was picking on me for something that happened years ago. I don’t remember what led up to this picking at me, but, naturally, I had to respond.
Me: You’re mean.
Him: You knew this before you married me…
…you married me anyways.
Me: Hey, honey…
*I looked at him (well, I looked where I knew him to be, it was pitch dark after all)*
Me:*grinning ear to ear, feeling like a bride on her wedding night* We’re married!
Him:*a smile in his voice* Yes, we are.
*We said our I love yous and our good nights. I snuggled into his embrace and was out like a light.*
Every day, he makes me feel so loved. Every day, he cherishes me as his wife. Every day, he makes me feel amazing. We just celebrated our eleventh anniversary, and I still have those moments where I am just in awe of the fact that we are actually married.