Friday, January 30, 2009

You're my husband

I realized the other day that I often try to spice things up by randomly saying things to Jonathan like, "you're my best friend," "you're my boo," "you're my sweetheart" etc. It's as if I am saying, "you're my husband" just isn't wow-zy enough. Oh, but it is.

Being my husband has a level of commitment that being a best friend or boo just doesn't live up to. Anyone can be your best friend, but only one person can be your husband. He vowed to me, and has promised to keep me forever, no matter how crazy I might turn out being. He loves me more deeply than anyone and laughs at all my embarassing moments (which sadly are often).

So now-a-days, I'm walking around proclaiming quite randomly to him, "hey, you're my *husband*." And even though he may roll his eyes, he likes it. I'm sure of it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Steph sort of likes to say that too. When she's doing something crazy/weird/annoying she'll say "too bad! you already married me!"

And then I smile and thank God for a crazy wife.