I like being married. Over 5 years in, and I still get a warm kind of glow when my husband says 'Come here, wife'. I like that we are bound by law as well as emotionally. I like that he wanted to make such a commitment to me. I like to think on the moment he proposed - standing on the freezing cold windy coast of Cumbria, as the sun set, and I heard those words 'will you marry me?'. That split second where I knew my answer was yes but I hadn't said it yet, and he was so nervous and worried that I might say no. I like to think on the moment we stood in a registry office a little over a year later, with the people we loved the most around us, and he stumbled over the vows. He was so worried by that after, but I thought it was cute. How his hands shook as he put the ring on my finger. So many little moments of love, locked up in my head to cheer me up when I'm down.
We work at the same place. We live together, socialise together, spend barely a few hours a week away from each other. That would drive some people crazy, and I'd be lying if I said he never drove me a little mad. Except today he is working from home. I'm at work without him, and I'm watching the clock, thinking it is 32 minutes before I can finish work and go back to him.
He's my partner, my lover, my best friend, my housemate, and I hope one day the father of my children. All that can be rolled up in one word for me. He's my husband.
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Okay... warning... this is somewhat soppy...
I like being married. Over 5 years in, and I still get a warm kind of glow when my husband says 'Come here, wife'. I like that we are bound by law as well as emotionally. I like that he wanted to make such a commitment to me. I like to think on the moment he proposed - standing on the freezing cold windy coast of Cumbria, as the sun set, and I heard those words 'will you marry me?'. That split second where I knew my answer was yes but I hadn't said it yet, and he was so nervous and worried that I might say no. I like to think on the moment we stood in a registry office a little over a year later, with the people we loved the most around us, and he stumbled over the vows. He was so worried by that after, but I thought it was cute. How his hands shook as he put the ring on my finger. So many little moments of love, locked up in my head to cheer me up when I'm down.
We work at the same place. We live together, socialise together, spend barely a few hours a week away from each other. That would drive some people crazy, and I'd be lying if I said he never drove me a little mad. Except today he is working from home. I'm at work without him, and I'm watching the clock, thinking it is 32 minutes before I can finish work and go back to him.
He's my partner, my lover, my best friend, my housemate, and I hope one day the father of my children. All that can be rolled up in one word for me. He's my husband.
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Kaladin, thankyou! What a simply beautiful, heartfelt explanation of what it means to be a wife for you.
I wish you and your husband a lifetime of happiness and joy together and as many children as you might wish for too!
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Thanks :)
We've both agreed 2 children will be enough!