These last few days, I've been thinking about my marriage. I always do especially when hubs and me have our occasional tiff. It's like a trademark to have an argument each year before the Christmas week. Don't ask me why. It's just that I've beginning to notice this.
Yes, we've gone through some trying times.
But despite all that, my husband and I, our marriage, it's pretty damn amazing.
Yes, I am crazy in love with this man.
Strong. Loving. Full of laughter. Full of happiness. Full of back and the occasional foot massages. Full of passionate ahem, xxx. Little projects around our home. Big adventures in new places or familiar places. (Does Brewerkz ring a bell honey?) People watching and outfits criticizing. Daily giggles about random silliness. Delicious food and our supper getaways. Long hugs. Quiet moments. Mutual adoration, honesty and support. The highest regard and passion for each other.
Everyday he makes me want to do more for him, our kids and our family.
In terms of our temperaments and personalities, I believe we've are as different as chalk and cheese.
But one thing for sure is that we share the same values, feelings and goals towards many stuff like family, our friends, health, work, money, stress, holidays and our future ahead.
Everyday (except the last couple of days, that's just because I do not give him the chance to) he tells me how much he loves me, why he loves me, why he loves his life with me, how lucky he is to have me as his wife.
Sometimes it's silly, sometimes it's random, sometimes it brings a tear to my eye.
Yes, I am crazy in love with this man. I'll say it again.
It's been 12 years, and you know what? I am one helluva lucky woman.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY! I LOVE YOU...MORE! (you know I'd always say that right?)