The hubs and I have been married eleven years now and it’s been long enough.
Long enough for me to know him.
To know what he likes.
To know what he doesn’t.
To know how to laugh with him.
To know how to cry with him.
To know when he’s reached his limit.
To know how he makes decisions.
To know when he needs me to cuddle him
and when he needs me to just take off all my clothes.
To know how to help him.
To know how to cover all the rough spots for him.
To know to let him help me and cover my rough spots.
To know what a partnership is and how to give everything in one because your partner is right there with you.
To know he forgot it was our anniversary the second I said good morning.
And to know his forgetting has nothing to do with how much he loves me.
Imagine what I’ll know in another 11 years.