I truly love my husband.

I mean, duh. That’s kind of the point. But homeboy is seriously my BFF. This week he bought me medicine and made me sweet tea and chicken noodle soup. He didn’t complain when I asked him to bring me stuff because my malaria plagued ass was too weak (lazy) to get off the couch.

I remember being single and confused about men (boys) and wondering what this text meant or what that email meant. I was always SO CONFUSED and DRAMATIC ABOUT EVERYTHING. But when I started dating David I was like, “Oh. Huh. So THIS is how it’s supposed to be.” Not one time did I feel confused. I always knew where I stood with him and I never had to wonder if he liked me (he did) or if he would text me back (he would).

He’s a stand up guy and I’m so glad I’m the one who got him.