Three years ago today, I married the man of my dreams. I know. Saying "the man of my dreams" is totally cliche. However, I think the reason many phrases become cliche is that they are so true. My husband really is the man of my dreams. Before I met him, if I thought of the kind of person I wanted to, or dreamed of, spending my life with, I would have described him. Handsome. Intelligent. Funny. Considerate. Hard-working. Sans piercings... You name it. If I once wished for a quality in a potential mate, he has it. And then some.
Another way I could describe my husband is to say that he is my soul mate. All right. Another cliche. But it's true! The man could have been created especially for me. He gets me. We're a great team. He completes me. Oops! There's another one :)
Okay, how about this? My hubby is my best friend. My BFF. Cliche? Maybe. But also true. I would rather spend time with him than anyone else. I love to spend time chatting with him about all sorts of things. I also just love to be in the same room with him even if we're not talking. He could be working on his computer and I might be reading, and I will always choose to read my book in the same room as him just to be near him.
He is the person I look forward to waking up with every morning. He is my partner in all things. He makes me laugh. He does the dishes while I put the girls to bed. He encourages me to pursue my interests, like book clubs and cooking classes. He lets me know in many ways how much he appreciates me. He does fun things with me like our "Chopped" at home adventure. We share the same values. He loves me and respects me and takes care of me. He is a wonderful dad to our girls.
Here's to three years of wedded bliss, harmonious matrimony, living real life every day with the man of my dreams. My soul mate. My best friend. My husband is all these things. Truly. Cliche or not. He floats my boat. Lights my fire. Trips my trigger. Yep. I love him.