resolution

My real new year's resolution, I mean.

My real new year's resolution is to be The Best Wife Ever.

I know it sounds corny, but I am being serious. Because Jonathan rocks. And because we've been together for 8 years now and I don't want him to think I ever take him for granted.

And I don't think it's corny to want to keep my marriage strong and happy. Although some of the ways I think I could be The Best Wife Ever are pretty corny and make the feminist in me want to gag. So far, I have been meticulous about shaving my legs. Even above the knees. Even though it is January. And if you think that information is way too personal to post on the internet, check this out--I threw away all of my maternity underwear! And I bought all kinds of fun underwear from Victoria's Secret. Because The Best Wife Ever never wears granny panties.

The Best Wife Ever has ironed all of Jonathan's work shirts. The Best Wife Ever attempted to clean out the garage for her dear husband because he had been wanting to get around to it every weekend but something always came up and The Best Wife Ever would have finished cleaning out the garage if she hadn't sliced her arm open on a broken flower pot.

The Best Wife Ever is going to save lots and lots of money for her wonderful husband and will avoid hanging around Target touching all of the pretty, pretty towels.

And I know some of these things are very old-fashioned, but my husband is an old-fashioned guy. He still opens doors for me every time we get into the car and I think that is awesome. I'm not trying to morph into Donna Reed and wear pearls and say "yes, dear" and "no, dear" to everything he says. But I am going to try to make an effort to not look all nasty when he comes home from work and to drop whatever I am doing the minute he walks in the door at night to give him a great, big hug.

Because I am the luckiest woman I know. And I want him to know that I am very aware of how lucky I am.

Example: I have been cleaning out my closet (finally) because The Best Wife Ever runs a tight ship. And I found this rubbermaid full of every single little card and note we have ever given to each other. And torn movie tickets and programs from shows ... even menus from restaurants we went to on our honeymoon in Rome. I looked at every single adorable item in this rubbermaid, and it really made me get serious about adhering to this resolution of mine. Because, you see, this rubbermaid is not mine. It belongs to my husband. And he has kept all of these little mementos (many I had completely forgotten about) that add up to the story of our entire relationship stashed carefully away for all of these years.

Do you get it now? Do you see how freakin' lucky I am?