The One Where I Tell You Why I Love My Husband
You see that look right there? Hi. That’s just me. Madly in love with my husband. Yeeup. That, right up there. That’s why I love my husband.
So I’m not saying anything new when I tell you that relationships suck. They are hard and nobody ever comes out winning; it’s always a tie. I’m convinced certain parts of life would be drastically easier without a companion.
Now.
That being said, I wouldn’t trade my life with Alex in for the world. Let’s get real for a moment. I hate people. Give me a couple hours in a room with people and I go crazy. Give me my space, I scream. True story. I’m one step this side of being a recluse. Okay, maybe that is going too far. The point being that Alex is the only human being I can stand for extended periods of time. He’s my best friend.
And he makes me laugh. The rolling on the floor, smiles ear to ear, terrible case of the giggles type of cackling that makes me look like a fool. How does he do this, you might ask? Good question. If I knew, I would gather my courage and put on my best poker face. But where’s the fun in that?
I’m the first to admit that I love, absolutely love, a weekend alone. Living alone is made for homebodies like me. But I promise you that I won’t be making those ridiculous faces above while I’m home alone. I’ve tried in the bathroom mirror… believe me, I’m not the best actress. I just look like an idiot.
So, I guess the only way to sum up this absolutely pointless, running-around-in-circles blog post is to tell you this: If that face up there of pure joy isn’t proof enough of the powers of friendship and love, I throw in the white flag and surrender.
Peace out girl scouts.
*Filed under Married Life*
