I love my wife.
I really love my wife.
I also love Sofia Vergara, Tera Patrick, several other porn stars, glamorous and famous women all over the world, bikini women from rap videos and commercials, and that hot chick from the train this morning.
-But I married my wife.
I married my wife because that’s who I want to spend my life with, and that’s who I want to share my life with. I’d like to share Tera Patrick with her too, but that’s not happening… yet.
I’m writing this because we’ve been married for 5 years, and yet it seems like I just started to love her. I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years because I’m still excited to see her everyday, to kiss her everyday, and to wake up next to her everyday.
Sometimes people ask me why we’re together (we’re very different) and my answer is that I’m in this marriage not for what I get out of it, but more about who I get to be in it for her.
I get to be the guy who hears her stories from work, and I get to be the guy who buys her ice cream. I get to be the guy who she makes plans with, and I get to be the guy who she needs to fix the computer.
I get to be the guy who cleans the kitchen after she “experiments” in it, and I get to the guy who “experiments” on her. I get to be the guy whose arms she cries in, and I get to be the guy who makes her laugh open-mouthed.
I also get to be the guy who tells her publicly how much he loves her and porn stars at the beginning of the same book.
Who wouldn’t want to be that guy?
