To My Jeremy, my love, my husband,
I love you. You are the best man I have ever met. I am your Dwight Shrute and you are my Michael Scott. I am your Rachel and you are my Ross. I am your Marge and you are my Homer. You make me laugh through my nose…yes sometimes it hurts but then you are there to comfort me and wipe my face. You make me love being able to love. That is why I cry during Grey’s Anatomy – because I wish Meredith could love McDreamy as much as I love you. You make me proud to be called the ball and chain. I wear that badge with honor because it means you married little old me!
My dear hubbie, so many people are always commenting on why I call you my “boyfriend” when you are clearly more – you are my husband. But is that more? I know that being married means we are able to procreate without judgement. I know that we get a sweet tax break for filing jointly. I know marriage means that it is perfectly normal to know what goes down in the bathroom. But is that MORE than being my boyfriend?!
In today’s society people choose a spouse and a have a lawn guy (or a physical trainer or a pool boy) on the side. But you see, I want my cake and wanna eat it too. Sure you are my legal spouse. But people don’t understand that you are also my boytoy. You are the guy that I chose almost one year ago. And you are the guy that I will choose tomorrow. But let’s be honest, we live in a society that says husbands are not the same as being one’s boyfriend.
Yes, you are my hubbie. You cringe when I poot under the sheets. You say “I think you are beautiful” when I bring up my poochy fat roll. You blowdry my hair when my shoulder muscle has cramped from the sixty pound hairdryer. But you are more than the things you do for me. Those are husband things. And baby – you are more than my husband.
You are my best friend. You are my best boy. And as my boyfriend, it is not about the things you do for me. It is actually about me. (like always!) It is the way I look at you. The way I feel about you. The way I ache for you. Those are the things that make you my boyfriend.
All I can hope for is that I will always think of you as more than my husband. And I pray that you think of me as your trophy wife.
Your sugar lump lump,