Five Years of Putting Up With My BS

Husband,

Five years.

First of all, who would have thought that we would have ever been married? And then make some babies together?

Not me.

But I think you knew. I think you’ve known since we were little kids and became fast friends in the backseat of that old yellow school bus.

If there’s one thing I can say about you, it’s that you’re persistent. You should have sold cars, because you do not take “no” for an answer.

And thank God for that.

I’m not sure that I ever told you this before, but the reason I hesitated with you in the beginning was not only because my heart was broken. It was also because I considered you “too nice”. Girls never go for the “nice guy”, and you were stuck in the friend zone.

After months of your persuasion, I finally agreed to just go “get drunk” with you.

Holy smokes, I was a mess back then. Why you wanted me so badly is still beyond my comprehension. However, why kept me around seems crystal clear. We had a connection. A deep one that spanned a lifetime of friendship.

And there’s no way I’ll ever let you go now that I know what you’ve known all along.

I am so grateful you came along and saved me from myself.

You do that all the time. Did you know that? You save me from myself.

Two weeks ago, I was faced with the biggest decision I’ve made in years. I was an absolute mess. I hid under our comforter and cried and cried and cried. I have a hard time with change. I have a hard time following my dreams, even when I know what they are, and even when I’ve wanted something for a long time. I have a hard time pushing through the glass.

And what did you do? You made me take a shower, put on make-up, wear pants, take off my wife beater, brush my hair, and you took me out for the night. You made it seem okay, and you made a huge change seem like a fun adventure.

It’s as if you know how to make me move forward. You always do that. You always encourage me.  I wouldn’t have any of the opportunities I’ve had if it weren’t for you pushing me.

Finish school… you deserve more than waiting on drunk people.

Apply for that HR job at the dealership because you’ll get it… and they’ll be lucky to have you.

You can write… and you should do something with that talent.

I love you for always pushing me to the next level.

I just flat out love you.

You’re my Christian Grey, but in a total non-spanking-me-kind-of-way. Although, I am open to new bedroom suggestions while we’re in Miami on our second honeymoon. Yet another thing I love about you, you love doing fun things with me.

Happy five-year anniversary, baby.

Wife

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