Dear Husband...

Yo. Howdy. Hello. Hi there. Bonjour. Hola. Hallo. 
I realized today that I don't talk about husband a lot. I tend to think that this okay, because my blog isn't a "newlywed" blog, and I don't feel the need to constantly tell the entire world how much I love him, or how perfect marriage is, or any of that stuff. The only problem I have with this is that I think that someday [either when I'm 103 or 28 and I wake up from a car crash and forget that I'm married to Channing Tatum Husband] I'd like to have it written down somewhere who this giant dude that I'm married to is. 
Don't worry, it's not all mushy gushy. I tend to keep that stuff just between us. :)
Dear Husband,
I think you're pretty great. When I met you, I thought you were a young'un because you had such a baby face. I was convinced that by dancing with you, I was breaking some sort of law. I mean, really. You did not look 21 at all. Once I found out you were, though, I was a little more okay with asking for your phone number [I got the moves like Jagger...] and consequently having a text-ersation for a few hours after we met. 

Haha, yeah... I married that!! 

After that night... we never really looked back, did we? Five and a half months later I said "I do" and we were officially stuck together for eternity. I don't mind, though. I've learned a lot about you in these past [almost] two years of knowing you. For example: 
- Your favorite place in the world is Scotland

- You still speak British English and say silly things like "flat" and "trousers," and misspell words like "color" and "favorite."
- You have an amazing voice. [don't believe me? Go click his little button on my left sidebar.]
- You think it's hilarious to come fart in my face and then run away (don't kill me for writing that). You also take ridiculous pictures like this: 

- You have very strong ears and can handle a ton of loud noises and yelling, because I have yet to figure out what an "inside voice" is. 
- You really like babies and are going to be a totally awesome dad. 

- [Insert inappropriate comment about making babies here]
- It is very difficult for you to take a photo without a cheesy smile. 

- Feeding you is more expensive than feeding 2 midgets (I've never fed two midgets, but I assume this is a true fact). 
- You almost always put the toilet seat down [number one husband trait right there, buddy]. Except last night when I almost fell in. You forgot last night. But... every other time, you remember. 
- You have a cute butt (please don't kill me for that, either). 

- You let me be a bed hog in bed and a water hog in the shower (don't get your disgusted face on, I know I am not the only person who showers with their husband)
- You like how "little" I am compared to you. I think it makes you feel strong. 

- You are huge, and with another face would probably be terrifying, but you are really just a big teddy bear who wouldn't hurt a fly (if a big crazy stalker is reading this... he wouldn't hurt a fly unless a fly tried to hurt me. If that happened.... he would murder the fly like the cold-blooded fly killer that he is). 
- Lots of other crap, but this is getting long. Ask me later, and I'll list off some more stuff. 
Moral of the story is... you're a pretty cool dude, and I'm happy you asked me to dance that one time, because life with you just keeps gettin' better. I like our impromptu singing and ridiculous dancing, I like our stupid and silly conversations (half of which are inappropriate so never end up here). I like it all! And... there's time to enter the giveaway! Go here