The Only One

You know what I really like about being married to Bradley?

He's the only one that gets to:

• dance with me at weddings
• see me without a bit of makeup on
• touch my feet
• keep me safe during scary movies and suspenseful TV shows
• tickle me, even though it drives me nuts
• play with my hair
• help me decide what to wear
• wrap his arms around my waist
• surprise me with awesome dates
• know all of my fears and insecurities
• taste all of my cooking
• see me sweat
• hear every detail of my stories
• toss me a new roll of toilet paper
• call our future daughter "Annie" (her middle name will be Ann)
• be called my husband

And I'm the only one that's privileged enough to:

• rest my head on his shoulder
• share his dreams for our future
• have his children
• hold his hand at the park
• know what he's really thinking
• feel his whiskers on my cheek
• share his dessert
• be a witness to his vulnerability
• bring him his towel when he's in too big of a hurry to remember one
• tug on his suspenders each week (he instituted suspender-Mondays at his office)
• cuddle with him on the couch
• fold his undies
• see his handsome face first thing when I wake up
• brush my teeth at the same sink as him
• feel him twitch as he falls asleep (a personal favorite of mine)
• be called his wife

I wouldn't change it for anything.