I know people are going to come here and be like well yeah, it’s your husband, like obviously I love him.
But there’s a difference in loving someone, and having a crush on them.
And I have a crush on my husband.
8 years we’ve been together. 8 years. And I still can’t stop staring at him and thinking he’s the most handsome guy, and when he stares back I still get butterflies and feel myself blush.
He makes me giddy and nervous. Not nervous in a bad way, but nervous in a I just want him to lean in and kiss mekinda way. Like a my phone buzzed and I hope it’s himkinda way.
And when we go out, I find myself struggling to find the perfect outfit because I want to look just right and I’ll spend forever curling my hair til it’s perfect.
I don’t know. I know I’m being gushy. But I don’t really care.
He’s currently working on some paperwork and I’m sitting in the room with him. We haven’t said anything, but I can’t stop glancing up at him from my phone and just wondering how, out of all people, I get to be his wife.
I married that guy.
How awesome is that?
