In case there was any doubt- I am crazy in love with my husband. During the infrequent moments we have together during the week, I seek out any opportunity to touch him, to be near him. While I'm putting in my 40 hours, I'm thinking about how much I miss him. When we're playfully chasing each other around the house, and obnoxiously yelling our favorite Elf reference, "I'm in love, I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!" I honestly believe I will never grow tired of being with my best friend.
But every once in awhile there's this nagging, disbelieving little voice in my head who tells me it's all too good to be true. No one can honestly be this happy without something bad happening, right? Similar to how I never believed in love, and my views toward marriage were cynical at best, there's still this annoying, skeptical part of me that just can't grasp the fact that I'm living my happily ever after.
It reminds me of the scene in the first Sex and the City movie where typically dramatic Charlotte exclaims, "Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You're good people and you two both got shafted. I'm so happy and...something bad is going to happen."
To which Carrie so wisely and eloquently replies, "Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done."
Could it be possible that "shitting my pants" this year is the worst of it? Could it be that I truly am living my happily ever after? I want to say yes. But until I know for sure, I'm going to go stare wistfully into my husband's brilliant and kind blue eyes...and then tickle the crap out of him.
I'll catch up with you all later ;)