My Best Friend

 

Some call it cheesy, some may call it fake.  But this man is my best friend.

 

Sunday was three months of marriage for this hunk and myself.  I have LOVED every single second of getting to know this man on a whole new level.  Living with someone isn't easy, yall, but Brian and I just mesh SO WELL that it's made things a smooth transition. 

 

So, what have I learned in three months?

 

He makes a mess with the kitchen sink. 

He leaves hair in the sink after he shaves.

He uses A LOT of cups.

He doesn't always bring those cups back to the kitchen.

 

But you know what else I've learned?

 

He makes what was my house, feel like a home.

I've actually enjoyed picking up after him, because it means he's home.

I laugh at him all the time for the crazy things he does.

He is the best snuggler in the world.

He takes care of the dogs, like a good daddy.

He helps with the bills.

He can clean and take care of cooking/cleaning just as good as me.

He is a provider.

He's a prayer answered.

 

He is every bit and more of the man I envisioned him being as a husband.

 

Three Months and counting... :)