The Fifth Year
WARNING: I’m all mushy today.
Welp. I don’t know how we did it, but Logan and I have somehow managed to stay married for the last five years. I kid. I kid. I know exactly how we did it as evidenced by last year’s anniversary post. You gotta see it. There’s a pic of Logan in a dress. This guy is the best. He knows me 100% and hasn’t walked away! Shocking.
He’s like the friend that hands the angry/hungry friend a snickers bar. I’m usually the angry/hungry friend.
He’s the guy that goes out late at night to get me some fries and a Diet Coke from McDonalds.
He’s the guy that dresses up when I tell him to dress up. He puts makeup on. He puts dresses on. His family says he must really love me.
He’s the guy that is going to be an amazing father in one week.
He’ll tell you I’m strange. I’ll tell you he’s a nerd.
He sometimes let’s his facial hair grow out to look like a pedophile. It’s a quality I find very attractive. The facial hair part. Not the pedophile part.
When we’re together in the car, we jam. We sing duet after duet and try to harmonize while rapping. It’s the best. We are usually singing Total Eclipse of The Heart by Meatloaf & Bonnie Tyler. We rock that harmony, my friends.
And next week, our family will grow by one. So glad I’ve spent the last seven years getting to know everything there is to know about Logan Dane Ward.
He probably won’t read this. Can someone tell him that I said nice things about him?