Is this a kissing post?

I'm just warning you. This is a mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey post. It contains all kinds of mushy goodness. You may feel queasy after reading. I'm a nice friend, that's why I thought to warn you.

So, I pretty much have the most awesome Huz ever. You have no idea what it means to be treated like a princess until you've been married to this guy. Yes, we're SuperDorks, and laugh at stupid stuff, and we make fun of one another or act like jerks to each other sometimes. But really, Huz loves me so stinkin much that it's insane. I love him just a little more than that (I always have to win).

Recently I've been having these weird dreams about time travel (hear me out before you roll your eyes okay!) I know that sounds majorly nerdy, but it's not like The Time Traveler's Wife or Back to the Future or anything. I'm not working on any scientific formula. I just dream about my regular old life, and how things might have changed if I had made different choices. The different scenarios that play out in my head during these dreams range from pretty major (like when I lost my virginity) to stupid little things (like wishing I had worn different socks in middle school).

It's all been very strange because I have always tried to focus on what's going on now, and what's ahead instead of the past. Other than talking about really good memories, or funny anectdotes, I don't think about the past that often at all... especially not in the detail that these dreams were in. I was thinking of people and places and even outfits and hair styles that I haven't thought about in years! Soooo weird!

Anyway, so I was thinking about one of these dreams the other night. I was in the living room, folding laundry (yes, sometimes trophy wives must fold socks), while I was lost in my thoughts. Huz was sitting on the other couch, watching some show involving shooting or warriors or gangs or sharks or paranormal activity or pawn shops or something. I don't remember. I was thinking about our wedding day, and how I kind of wish I had chosen a different song for our first dance. Our wedding was super fun, and I loved it, but one of my dreams involved a different song during our first dance, and I liked it better than the actual one we used.

So during the commercial (I'm a nice wife like that), I turned to Huz and said, "I kind of wish we had used 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None The Richer for our first dance song". Then I went back to folding laundry. I didn't really expect an answer or anything. I figured he would shake his head or just say "Oh. Okay." and go on watching his show. Instead, he said "Okay. Then that's the song we used."

(This is where the mushy-gushiness comes into play)

I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but to me, that answer spoke so much about how he loves me. The man would transcend space and time just to make me happy. It doesn't matter what we really danced to, or what our approximately 135 guests heard and saw, or what our wedding video shows. If I wanted us to dance to "Kiss Me", then we did. If that's what makes me happy, and lets him see me smile, then that's what he wants. Because I am the most important thing to him.

Okay, so maybe I'm reading a little too much into it. Maybe I'm getting all psycho hosebeast. Maybe his show was about to come back on, and he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear so we wouldn't have to have a 20 minute conversation about a wedding song that already happened. But.... we have a DVR, so that doesn't really make sense. It must be the he-loves-me-more-than-life-itself answer. It's gotta be.

So there you have it. I am one of the luckiest girls in the whole world, and my husband is amazing. I really lucked out. We are cheesy and dorky and crazy, and absolutley, disgustingly in love. And that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it.

I love you Huz!