The Husband Letters

Rock Star

2011-11-03T07:52:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

You are amazing.

Not only did you take me out shopping, but you withstood my Christmas shopping for the nieces and nephews, my yelling at you in Big Lots (unaware that you'd later take me to Ulta), you took me shopping for makeup and let me have some pampering time. No, not let, you insisted upon it! The hair stylist even made mention that she doesn't always see husbands come into the store with their wives without being rude or all too eager to leave, but not only did you stick around, you were nice, funny and participated in my shopping - all while retaining a very manly aura might I add.

You really are the best and you made my weekend with you just amazing. You brought me out of my funk and I was able to get so much accomplished yesterday because I really had the mini vacation my emotions were needing.

I love you, I'm so sorry that you're getting sick.

I'll kiss you again in a week or so when you're no longer contagious.

Love,

Your Wife

Thanks, Babe

2011-10-30T13:27:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Thanks, babe.

You worked like twelve + hours for two days straight, didn't let a lick of sleep and you still got up this morning and got ready for Church (even not feeling well) and you did it with only a little nudging from me. Not once did you say, "Hon, I think I'm gonna pass," or even make a look like you were gonna try to get out of it. Cause let's face it, sometimes we just both do that.

But I am so proud of you for overcoming all those obstacles and for taking time to take care of business in what really matters. You rock my socks, and I am so happy today.

Love,

Your Wife

PS: Thanks for also not being angry that I spent thirty dollars on makeup and then forgot to tell you. KISSES!

A Long Time Coming

2011-10-25T01:51:00.001-07:00

Dear Husband,

It's been a long time since I've written on this blog for you. And a lot has happened.

We've both been through some serious ups and downs with our health, with our finances, and just in general. I went away for two weeks to take care of my family, and we got through that only for me to come home and pick up and move house so we could take care of your family.

It was the seventh time we've moved in as many years. Wow. I actually just added all that up in my head and I'm shocked by the number. That means we moved several times in a year I think. Okay you'll probably fight me on the numbers, so here's proof:

2005 - Moved from Utah to New Mexico
2005 - Moved from parents in with Josh
2006 - Moved from our place with Josh back in with the parents
2007 - Moved from parents into that crappy apartment we got kicked out of
2007 - Moved from crappy apartment back in with parents (see above)
2009 - Moved from parents into our last place
2011 - Moved from the last place in with parents

How crazy is that? It's like we're in the military except we move by our own choices.

Anyways, things have been a little tense in the last couple of weeks. You've gone back to work after six months of being on medical leave, and I know it's been hard on you. It's been hard on me. Hell, the last six months have been hard on me to be honest. I love you, but I'm such a solitary person that having you around 24/7 was actually really hard on me. I forgot how to miss you. And then when I went to Colorado I learned how to miss you again, but when I came back it was like BLAM 24/7 all over again.

And now you're back and work and it's like we both have to learn how to do this all over again.

But I really wanted to let you know that I appreciate all the effort you've been putting into yourself lately. Your health has become important and I am glad you are concentrating on that. Something you also said the other day made me really happy. You said that you really want to go to Church. Not that you're willing to go, or that you know you should go, or that you even would go, but that you WANTED to go. There's nothing more in the world I want more than for us to be on the same page spiritually.

Anyways, it's late so I should probably end this.

But I promise I will try to write more often.

And I will try to be kinder.

And I will try to make lemon bars more often.

And I will try to be more patient with you.

And I will try to be less of a bitch.

If you try to be less of a pain in the ass.

Cause you are.

You know it. Don't try denying it.

But I still love you.

Cause you're MY pain in the ass.

Just ease up, okay?

Love,

Your Wife

Difference in Communication

2011-07-03T18:36:00.001-07:00

Dear Husband,

Even when we don't see eye to eye...
Like today.
Even when we argue. When we don't back down.
Even when in the heat of the moment we say things we don't really mean.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Even when it's hard to, when I'm pissy and stubborn and don't want to..

I love you.

Love,

Your Wife

Taking it Like a Man

2011-07-01T19:33:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Two letters in one day!? WOW. Some totally hot redhead must think you sure are special!

Wanted to say thanks for taking it like a man when I told you that we needed to talk and that I had new rules for the house. Granted, you put your shirt over your head trying to make me laugh the whole time I was explaining myself, but still . . . in the end you said, "I think that's a good idea."

Any anytime you've been willing to help out around the house has blessed my life!

Love,

Your Wife

Insomnia Fun

2011-07-01T11:07:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Sorry you're tired.

I know how you feel.

Which was why I sent your little butt to bed this morning when I woke up.

I say this because I love you.

YOU NEED TO SLEEP!

I know that you can't control the insomnia when it comes.

But I'm almost positive that a marathon of Rescue Ink didn't help.

You are however completely adorable. And you're right, it's a totally good show.

So tonight, you officially have a bed time.

Cause we're not as young as we used to be.

And let's be honest, without cable, there's really nothing worth staying up late for anyways.

Love,

Your Wife

Looking for the Good in the Bad

2011-06-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Today is a bad day.

Between the lack of sleep for us both, lack of energy and all this medication, medical and health drama it's just one of those bad days for me.

So I thought I would come on and write a post here since it's been forever since I've done that and hopefully in writing to you, I will see the good in this bad day.

Wanted to tell you how proud I am that you're putting your health first. I know it's hard. Hell, I know exactly how hard it is because I'm going through it too. And sometimes I want to go back. Some days (like today) I wish like hell that I hadn't even gone to the damn doctor. Because even though it was bad before, it was a familiar bad. This is all new. Everything these last few months has been new and I'm not good with change.

But there is a light in the dark. There have been good days. And there will be many good days to come.

And I wanted to take a minute to highlight some of those good days where you have really made my life better.

Thank you for giving me time alone yesterday. I need it. I really need it.
Thank you for doing chores when they come to mind like loading the dishwasher and taking out the trash.
Thank you for helping to pick up after the dogs.
Thank you for taking me out when I really need it.
Thank you for helping me get the laundry together when the washing machine broke.
Thank you for staying on top of all the phone calls you've had to make to see that this health stuff is taken care of.
Thank you for waking me up the last few days and trying to help me stay on some sort of schedule.

Love,

Your Wife

Let's Pretend

2011-05-09T10:24:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

I have an idea. You pretend that I didn't in fact forget to write in this blog for the past month and I'll pretend that you do your own laundry and we'll continue getting along just fine. Kay?

So did you know what this week is? Of course not. You're a man and I've accepted that fact. I'll give you a clue: It's an anniversary. A thirteenth anniversary in fact. THE thirteenth anniversary of the week where you confessed your undying love and I melted into your hands like putty. You're very manipulative like that.

Well done, sir.

I wanted to tell you that thirteen years later you still make me melt in your hands (just not in public when said hands are grabbing my ass), and that often when I'm with you, I feel like that silly teenage girl who used to dream of one day being able to kiss you.

Only now I get to whenever I want to.

Cause let's face it, I hold all the cards in this relationship now.

But you still get to be sexy.

I think we both won pretty good in the love lottery, don't you think?

Happy Anniversary . . . to my teenage dream . . .

Love,

Your Wife

Hi, I'm a Drama Queen

2011-04-01T08:18:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Sorry I went all crazy drama queen on you last night.
Can we just add it all up to Daddy issues or something?
I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks for loving me despite all my crazy.
You really are the best.
Seriously.
Plus your muscles are getting all sexy from carrying my baggage for all these years.

Love,

Your Wife

Ouch

2011-03-29T10:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

Thank you so much for coming to bed last night and rubbing my back. And also bringing me a glass of water. I hadn't even realised that I was coughing so much until you brought it. Also, my back has been hurting so bad lately and you nearly made me cry when (without asking) you just starting rubbing it for me. It helped so much! You are the best husband ever and I love you like crazy!

Love,

Your Wife

17 Reasons Why I Love You

2011-03-28T16:27:00.000-07:00

Dear Husband,

So because we've both been super sick this month, this little blog has been neglected. I figured since it's been 17 days since I last posted here, to catch up, I'll give you 17 Reasons Why I Love You!

You apologize when you're wrong. Like this morning when you were being a butt head LOL.
You look really good in those new blue shorts you bought.
You're willing to take turns in cleaning up after the dogs instead of just letting me do it all.
You're willing to go grocery shopping when I'm too sick to go.
You're willing to run errands for me when I really need you to.
You pick me up slushies cause you know they are my favourite.
You watch TONS of girly drama shows even though you'd rather watch action movies
You understand when I just want to stay home.
You understand when I need to get the hell outta the house.
You rubbed my shoulders yesterday when they REALLY needed it.
You let me go and take a nap when I had a headache, even though we had company over.
You're willing to read Pioneer Woman's love story with me at night.
You make me laugh.
You think I'm funny.
You're thoughtful when you send me sweet text messages.
You took such good care of me when I was sick.
You were very appreciative of me when I took care of you when you were sick.

Love,

Your Wife

5:40 am

2011-03-11T04:43:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I'm sorry I've been so short tempered lately.

I know you're sick and I shouldn't be mean.

And there's no excuse.

But I'm so tired.

And everything hurts.

And I'm frustrated that I just can't fix everything.

Can't make you better.

Can't make the dogs behave.

Can't keep the house clean.

Can't stop being sick myself.

But I still love you.

I love that you go out of your way to be sweet (even when it sometimes frustrates me more). I love that you're willing to help (even though I'm too much of a martyr to ask for it). I love that you'll watch countless episodes of my girly shows (even though I'm bitchy when it comes to watching something you like).

I love you.

And I'm trying.

Love,

Your Wife

PS: I'll try harder.

You Make Me Sick

2011-03-03T12:26:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

You gave me your cold.

No one can ever say that you're not good at sharing.

I'm okay though. Because this week while taking care of you while you've been sick, I learned that you would do the same for me. I'm sorry you had to go back to work while you were still sick, but I want you to know how much I appreciate the things you have to sacrifice sometimes to take care of our family.

I will try to sacrifice a little myself today - and clean this filthy house.

Love,

Your Wife

Happy Anniversary

2011-02-28T11:10:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Seven years ago this very hour, I was overcome with excitement as I kneeled across from you inside the temple, promising to be yours for time and all eternity.

Seven years and I still remember that feeling.

I love you.

Love,

Your (forever) Wife

Gonna Love My Nuts

2011-02-24T20:02:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Thanks for running to the store and getting me some shamwows. I've said Wow every time! Seriously though, those things are awesome and they totally took some stress off of today and the whole housebreaking Whiskey thing.

Also, thanks for telling me that the Shamwow guy got arrested. It made our Google search history a lot more interesting.

Also, he got arrested for beating up a hooker.

No love for the hoes.

Or maybe too much love.

Depends on how he likes his love.

Love,

Your Wife

PS: I don't think anyone else has love letters like we do.

Anniversary Countdown

2011-02-22T07:50:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I woke up to this alert from Facebook:

In 7 days we will have been married for 7 years.

I'm feeling nostalgic.

It's so strange that on one hand it doesn't feel like that was so long ago, and yet at the same time, it feels like life didn't even really begin until you were there beside me each morning when I woke up.

Love,

Your Wife

Who Knew Kids (Or Dogs) Could Take Up So Much Of Your Life?

2011-02-21T22:51:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I've been wanting to post a letter to you since we brought Whiskey home but it's been difficult. Between feeds, watering, naps, breaking up sibling rivalries, going outside once an hour (sometimes twice), cleaning up pee and other attacks on my sense of smell, not to mention bathing, nail clipping, ear cleaning, crate training and general play time . . . . I've just been so exhausted.

But you know what? I still notice all the hard work you do.

Like watching the pups so I can take a nap. Sacrificing an extra hour of sleeping so I can catch a few Z's myself. Being amazingly supportive of my efforts to train Whiskey, even when I have break downs and am completely convinced that if this dog were a human, she would already be in therapy by now thanks to me.

But no, you're been there. Supporting me. Holding me up when I can't do it myself.

All that and you still go to work every day and do amazing things there. Today you got three perfectly scored calls. I said, "I'm not surprised." You said, "I am."

You shouldn't. Because (despite my loyalty to Marvel) . . . you are my Superman.

This one.

NOT this one.

Love,

Your Wife

Tired Gift

2011-02-19T14:37:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I am so tired.

I am running on two hours of sleep last night plus a few half hour naps today.

Because for our anniversary . . . you got me this:

Best sleep I never got.

THANKS!

Love,

Your Wife

Unable to Wait

2011-02-18T23:22:00.001-08:00

Dear Husband,

Just couldn't wait, could you?

Love,

Your Wife

Impatience

2011-02-18T14:24:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I hate how much I'm become like you.

Seriously. Before I ever met you I was perfectly able to handle holding off on surprises and gifts. Gifts were given on the days of celebration. Christmas gifts were given on December 25th, certainly not three weeks prior as has become our yearly tradition.

And as for our anniversary . . . which this very present is for . . . I'm having issues. Because I want you to have it now. Partially because ~~I've turned into~~ you've turned me into an impatient little wife. Also because a part of me thinks you'll look at the blog and say something like, "Awesome, is this it?" and then I'll have time to go out and get you something else.

Even though I don't want to.

Because this blog should be enough for you, you greedy little husband!

Sorry . . . I'll save my anger for later when you actually do something worthy of it.

Like leave the toilet seat up again.

Which never actually bothered me before, except now with this toilet, it just randomly decides to fall down on it's own whenever it feels like it, which is usually in the middle of the night. And it's loud.

I think it you die first, that's how you're going to communicate with me from beyond the dead. I'll be sleeping in the bedroom, and suddenly the toilet seat will crash down and I'll go, "Aww . . . Matt still loves me."

If I die first I'll communicate with you through email.

Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I can't be efficient.

Love,

Your Wife

Sickly Husband

2011-02-17T14:15:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Sorry you've been feeling like this lately.

And even though you've been really sick and I've mostly been taking care of you (which I actually don't mind doing at all, so you can stop apologizing for being sick in the first place), I'm really grateful that you're still willing to rub my feet after a long day when I have a migraine.

Love,

Your Wife

FryDaddy and Text Etiquette

2011-02-16T07:27:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I'm so glad that you like your Valentine's Day present. It took me forever to find something, but when I came across the FryDaddy, I immediately thought of all those mornings when I've woken to look at my kitchen and see the insanity left behind in your homemade chicken nugget crime scene. I just don't think my cast iron skillets can take any more of it. Plus, your new FryDaddy can actually store the oil inside of it until the next use, and you know how I feel about reusing things.

I know it's not the healthiest gift I've ever given you, but we've been doing so good on our new health adventure, and I know that one of our few indulges lately have been making homemade chicken nuggets together in the kitchen, and this will just make life a little easier for us both.

Also wanted to talk about our texting habits. We keep doing this thing where we think the other is mad about something because there are no tones in texting. Yesterday was one of those days. I think we spent like fifteen minutes trying to establish that I wasn't mad about something, and I had no idea why it was an issue to begin with. We seriously need like a signal or something for when we're angry. Or just do the douchey thing and use all CAPSLOCK WHEN WE'RE ANGRY!

Or just don't ever be angry with me.
(I know right?! LMAO)

Love,

Your Wife

PS: Thanks for putting dinner away last night.

Post Valentine's Day

2011-02-15T09:52:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

You have no idea how hard it is keeping this blog a secret from you. Because -like you- I just want to give you things and see the look on your face. I honestly can't wait to see what you think of this. Mostly because you're sweet and I know you'd never say anything mean, despite what you might actually think of a present I bought or made for you.

I think you'll like it though.

Yesterday while we were watching Rules of Engagement, I looked over at the couch and I noticed you going through your "Love Jar" that I made you for Christmas. I like that you're still enjoying it, (cause seriously, that thing took so much effing time to make).

Wanted to say also how much I appreciated last night. You put so much effort into organizing a wonderful Valentine's Day for us with dinner and friends. I had such a good time. One of the best Valentine's Days in a long time. Not that the others were all bad.

Remember our first Valentine's Day together as a married couple? Okay, we weren't actually married yet, it was two weeks until our wedding and we were stressed to the max. You and I walked to the movie theatre down the street and saw 50 First Dates. We cuddled in the theatre and walked out firmly holding hands. Mostly because we got into an argument on the way to the theatre. I can't remember about what now.

Isn't that funny? I can't remember a lot of our arguments in the past. And you know me. I remember everything! But the stuff we fight about - I forget. I remember the arguments themselves, especially if something funny happens (like you attempt to slam a door and miss and end up pushing on the wall, or I end up pulling your finger midway through a fight and make a fart sound), but I don't remember the bad parts. I don't remember the point.

I'm glad for that. I know that regardless of whatever happens in the future, at the end of my life, I'll only ever remember the wonderful things. The funny things. The beautiful things. And the little things.

Little things like having a husband who helps (a lot) in cleaning the house on Valentine's Day.
Little things like you grabbing that extra piece of sirloin for me, and me snagging that extra piece of garlic tri-tip for you at the restaurant - and then sharing everything.
Little things like losing a game of Newlyweds (despite being married for 7 years) and not taking it seriously.
Little things like taking the dog for a walk together.
Little things like having a husband who crawls into bed and rubs my back, even though I'm half awake - cause he knows it's been hurting lately.

I love you.

And the little things.

Love,

Your Wife

The L Word

2011-02-14T05:58:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I'm in lesbians with you. ♥

Love,

Your Wife

Quick Note

2011-02-13T16:37:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

You just ran out for an errand so I have to make this quick.

Thanks for taking Willow for a walk this afternoon. It really makes me feel good to know I have a husband who is so willing to help contribute to the run of the house even though he goes to work 5 days a week and works his (cute) butt off to make money for us.

Can't wait for tomorrow (Valentine's Day!)

Love,

Your (Grateful) Wife

Days Off

2011-02-12T11:19:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I'm noticing that it's much harder to write these letters on your days off because we're ALWAYS together. Not that I'm complaining, but in the future if I'm unable to keep this up everyday, I may need to write letters in advance to have them posted on the weekends.

Wanted to tell you how excited I am for this weekend. You promised that we would clean the whole house together and nothing makes me happier than having a partner in life who knows when I need that little help/push in the right direction.

Also, I am super excited about Valentine's Day! Just so you know!

Last night we sat around the computer watching silly videos of LolCats and LolDogs. I love doing this with you. It's so funny that something so simple draws the both of us in for hours and hours on end. But I sat on the couch and you at the computer and while we watched slow motion videos of a cat chasing a toy, you held my hand. THIS is life baby. Just sitting around watching dumb videos, laughing and holding your hand.

Love,

Your Wife

Thanks For Doing Your Part

2011-02-11T10:38:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

I am so proud of you for all the hard work you put into your job this year! And the phone call home yesterday to tell me that you got your bonus and a raise made me so proud because FINALLY you could see your hard work paying off!

(I could see it all along by the way)

Also, thanks for loading the dishwasher last night after I went to bed. Your help makes all the difference in whether or not I'm able to maintain this luxurious lifestyle to which we've become accustomed. LMAO.

Love,

Your Wife

Sorry

2011-02-10T14:07:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Sorry.

Love,

Your Wife

Face is Broken

2011-02-09T17:48:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

When my wisdom teeth make me feel like this . . .

You make me feel like this . . .

I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for buying me that extra strength tooth numbing stuff. A sissy man would have just bought me flowers, but you . . . you buy me highly effective pain killing drugs. And that makes you super awesome.

Love,

Your Wife

Both images were drawn

by the amazing Allie Brosh

Bacon: You Bring It

2011-02-08T22:17:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Just got a text from you saying that there was a mix up with a score of yours at work. They're getting it fixed right now, because the customer thought you were amazing despite being unable to understand a simple survey. And even though it is getting fixed, I know that it stressed you out. Because you love your job. And you're really good at your job. And you take a lot of pride in your work.

And I wanted you to know that I admire you for being such a hard worker and an amazing provider.

You bring home the bacon.

Even if we can't eat it right now cause it's unhealthy.

You bring home the broccoli!

Love,

Your Wife

A Schedule: I Needs One

2011-02-08T09:01:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

You came to bed this morning at 5:20 am. What the frick, dude?

I know this because I toss and turn for most of the night anyway, and when I woke up at 4:30 am I thought, surely he'll be coming to bed soon. He has to work an extra two hours tomorrow. But then I turned off the relaxing music on my phone I fell asleep to and I heard you yelling at the Xbox. Or more accurately what I can only assume was fifteen year old kids playing opposite you on Dead Space.

Which brings me to my next point.

You deserve some "you-time".

And I love you.

But if I wake up to you screaming weird crap about space zombies or aliens or what have you, we're going to exchange words. And a heads up, mine will be of the four letter variety. "Love" will probably be one of them, because let's face it, I've put up with a lot worse over the last seven years - and I love you despite all of the craziness you bring into my life.

Also, thanks for not turning the light on when you came to bed or making too much noise. I appreciate that you thought I was still asleep and you went to the trouble to not wake me up.

I'm gonna check my email now and maybe think about cleaning something.

Love,

Your Wife

Organized Chaos

2011-02-07T15:09:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

You just left for work and I got up to really start my day because honestly, I just don't get anything done when you're around. Because I want to spend time with you, not time doing the dishes or folding laundry. And yes, it's also because if I start cleaning and you just sit there I'll end up all pissy. That's inevitable. So I don't. I spend time with you. Cause I love you.

But then you go to work and I look at our house and get so overwhelmed by . . . everything. Seriously. It's insanity, right? How do we have so much crap? Notice I said "we" and not "you", see, I'm learning to take responsibility and not be such a pain in the ass about things.

Sorry I suck sometimes as a housewife. I really do wish that this stuff was programmed in my brain instead of me trying to force it in there. Sometimes I feel like an Xbox that someone is trying to play a PS3 game on. (I'm the Xbox because the Xbox is awesome and housework is the PS3 game, because no one actually likes playing a PS3 game for too long, or at all.)

I think I need to be converted to a Bluray player.

I don't know where I'm taking this metaphor. You can just make up what that means for yourself.

Knowing you it'll mean something sexual.

Sigh.

I'm gonna go clean something.

Cause I love you.

Love,

Your(Sometimes House-)Wife

PS: I need new rubber gloves and some more cleaning sponges.

PPS: Nevermind, I'd rather have this, this, this and this.

It's Not About Winning or Losing

2011-02-06T23:40:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Tonight we went over to your parents house to watch the Super Bowl. Our team played, and it was totally intense. Do you know that I really love watching football with you?

Even though I grew up in a family with an obsession of football rivaling that of a Texas family, I never really understood the game. But you taught me the nitty gritty, and now I truly love watching the games with you.

Even if our team loses the Super Bowl. Because it's not about winning or losing, it's about you being amused when I scream obscenities at the tv (or lack there of because your parents are in the room and screaming obscenities is just a little bit difficult.)

Tonight you also did something amazing. You used your priesthood. Did you know that I never love you more than when you do that? Than when I see you standing in Church to bless a baby, than when your hands are on my head to help me through sickness or hard times, or when you, simply by standing there (even without saying a word) can somehow complete the perfect puzzle that God has created in order to administer to those in need. It can't be done without you, you know.

Love,

Your Wife

Angry Sexy

2011-02-05T11:31:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

Okay so you remember those awesome episodes of Glee where Kurt's Dad went all protective and put the smack down on his bully, and I was all, "OMG Mike O'Malley totally just turned me on." And then the same thing happened when we watched that episode of Lie to Me when Tim Roth went all psycho on that cop that threatened his daughter? Only Tim Roth is kind of always sexy cause he has that awesome accent.

This is a love letter to you, I promise. I have a point.

Okay so last night I had a dream that you and I were married (weird huh?) only we were living in a totally different house and you actually had a kid with someone else from like earlier years or whatever and we hadn't seen the kid in a long time, and dream me and you got into an argument and I pulled the lowest of low moves and brought up the kid in the argument . . . and then . . . oh then . . . in the dream you got really close to me and were so intimidating. I don't even know if you even said anything, but it was scary as hell. And in the dream I was like, "OMG this is so scary, I totally crossed a line, WHY AM I TURNED ON!?"

So yeah.

But the angry sexy I think it strictly because lately seeing the father/child protective mode is a total hot spot for me. Like if you got all in my face like that and said something like, "How dare you eat the last of the ice cream!" It wouldn't really give me the special tingles in the same way. I guess it depends on what flavor the ice cream was.

So for future reference, caveman you can be super sexy.

Look I never made a promise saying that these love letters were all going to be winners.

Love,

Your Wife
(who thinks you're hot)

P.S. This dream may have been one of the reasons that I gave you a back rub this morning. But also because I know you've been feeling stressed lately.

Who Knows Where Thoughts Come From, They Just Appear

2011-02-05T11:12:00.000-08:00

Dear Husband,

So you're probably wondering what this whole blog is about, right? Or I'm totally wrong, you've already grasped at my well hidden concept - because let's face it, you're super smart and it's actually really hard to get anything past you. If you haven't got it yet, or you're pretending to be stupid for my sake (thank you), I'll let you in on my secret.

This blog is my anniversary present to you.

(I bet you're regretting mentioning that you loved getting my homemade gifts now, right?)

So I've been sitting on a form of this idea for a while. And you know me, every idea or thought I've ever had comes from reading a book, watching a movie or hearing a song... this one, came after watching PS I Love You. I thought, "I want that! If Matt dies, I want lots and lots of letters posthumous."

(Yes I did just have to Google 'posthumous' in order to avoid typing 'post humus').

And the morbid part of me then thought, "What if I'm the one that dies first? What will Matt do? Will he know how much I loved him? How he was the center that my world pivoted around? That he was my breath, my heart, my pure reason for existing at all?"

And I wanted to start writing those letters to you. But I'm not sick. And to my knowledge I'm not going to die anytime soon. Or at least I'm not planning on it. And frankly, writing letters from beyond the grave when you're not even sick is a little creepy.

And then I thought, "Why should he have to wait until I die for him to know how much I love him?" And because 'I think therefore I blog', well . . . I thought . . . therefore . . . you now have a blog, dedicated to you.

Remember how anytime I ask if you've read my latest blog post you say something like, "That one wasn't about me." Well, guess what? Every post on this blog will be about you. For you, actually. Letters, every single day (for as long as I can keep this up) to remind you how wonderful you are, how special, handsome, etc, etc, etc - look, you know you're awesome and the concept of this blog is kind of an ego stroke to begin with.

These letters will not only remind you of why I love you, but they'll remind me. Because I made a promise to try as hard as I can to post one letter every single day. That includes all the days that I'm pissed at you because you left your deodorant stick on the kitchen counter, or your socks in the middle of the floor. It'll force me to try and get over those things, and love you anyways. Cause you're totally worth it. Cause meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. And marrying you was the smartest thing I ever did.

Happy Anniversary, baby.

Love,

Your Wife

P.S. I love you.