I have to laugh. My husband just yelled that (lovingly – don’t worry!) at me! I said, “Crazy about you!” He said, “no, just plain crazy!”
These statements came after I ran and jumped onto the bed, jumped on top of him and squeezed the hell out of him. Then I started playfully humping his leg like a dog, laughing my ass off to the point I started snorting. I had tears streaming out of my face. The funniest thing is, he’s so modest and shy. And me, well…if you’ve read my other posts, or you know me, I think you pretty much know I’m the exact opposite. I’m so very not shy. I will speak my mind; I will hump your leg if I get real excited about something. That’s just what I do. Actually, it’s what my best friend and I do…I know she’s out there reading this laughing her ass off right now. She knows what humping the air or humping a leg is all about. But she is a whole post for another day…I can’t wait to talk about her! She is the other love of my life.
Back to the subject of this post…
My husband thinks I’m the weirdest person he knows. I dance, frolic, and skip around the house a lot when he’s around. I can’t help it. Literally, he makes me just ooze happiness. I’ve never in my life been around someone who makes me as happy as he does. I can’t even describe it; except to say that he literally drives me crazy (but in a good way!).
I can have the absolute worst day of my life, and be in tears and just wanting to crawl into a ball in our huge comfy bed; but when he gets home from work, it slowly dissolves away. I can honestly feel the anger and irateness and the helplessness just melt off me. I feel like it’s so obvious that if you could actually see the feelings, you would see the red oozing out of me onto the floor behind me, just dripping, melting, going away. Or you would see clouds of red puffing out of me, leaving, and you’d see me once again looking calm, at peace, and most of all, happy.
We got married incredibly quick. We’ve known each other for years, but we were always just friends. He said he loved me way before I even knew his name (although I think he’s full of shit and just trying to score some brownie points with me). I always trusted him, felt safe around him, and felt I could confide in him. I think we had an amazing bond from the moment we met. It just never blossomed into anything because I was in a relationship at the time. But I really felt connected to him in a strange way. He was safe. It made me safe. He made me safe, even when we weren’t together and we were just friends. He’s my safe house. He’s my bomb shelter. He’s my light house. He’s my kicking post at times – poor guy married a crazy bitch. But he’s my rock. He’s my angel. I really believe he was sent here to save me. After him, my whole life turned around. I went from being a train wreck of a person to being the ultimate mother and wife I can be. He makes me want to strive to be a better person, to make everyone around me happy, to make the world better. He makes me feel like I could rule the world.
Needless to say, after all he has done for me, for our family, for our life and future together, there is no way I could ever repay him. He is my soul mate. I try everyday to make him as happy as he makes me. I tell him how much I love him all the time. I thank God for putting him in my life everyday.
And what makes me the happiest: I get to keep him. Forever. And that to me is bliss. That’s my heaven.
Hubby, if you ever learn how to find my blog, I have something to tell you…
Baby, I love you. Thank you.