I never got into the whole “Letters to my Future Spouse” blog posts, probably because by the time I started blogging, I pretty much already knew I was going to marry Justin. I love to read them from other people though, and wish I had known about them years earlier. Stephany and Peter write fantastic letters, if you’d like to see examples.
After doing some thinking on the subject, I decided to start writing letters to Justin. I mean, even though we’re already married, he should still get to see the other side of my brain, right? So here’s the first, of who knows how many, “Letters to my Husband”. It won’t be a regular thing by any means. I really have no plan for these, except to keep them fun, romantic, and hopefully not too gooey.
Niagara Falls, Canada, October 2008
As you know, when we first met, we pretty much had absolutely nothing in common. You were going to the gym, and hanging out at the bar, while I was watching cheesy Family Channel shows, and eating McDonald’s. We didn’t exactly lead the same lifestyle, and I couldn’t see how we would ever meld.
We may not have had a lot in common back then, but four years and three months later, I think we’ve definitely found our niche! It has been so much fun sharing our passions with each other, and finding that we actually do love a lot of the same things. Here is a list of just a few of our little hobbies and traditions, that have become some of my absolute favorite things:
- Yard-saling/Antiquing - I never thought I’d have a husband who doesn’t just tolerate but actually enjoys doing this with me!
- Sunday Morning Pancakes. Enough said.
- Letting me in on Fantasy Football, even though you don’t agree with my method of picking a player based on how cool his name is :)
- Running. Even if you run way faster than me, I still consider it something we do together
- Teaching me how to cook, broadening my eating horizons, and experimenting in the kitchen
- Making a house into our home
Of course, there will always be those things we don’t share, like my love for hotdog/mayo sandwiches, and your theory that when you’re sick you should go to the gym and “sweat it out”, but I think that’s good for us, too. We are still each our own person. You have Dude Days, and I have Girl’s Nights. You play video games, and I blog. You (sometimes) play basketball, and I (sometimes) go to yoga. We’ve created our own little system, and it works perfect for us.
You’re the Air Force 1′s to my Chuck Taylors, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love you so much,