Maybe I said I wasn't going to eat any of those cookies and then I ate four.
Maybe I still crush hard on my husband.
Maybe I even still write him love notes and leave them on his pillow.
Maybe I really miss Provo, even though I was ecstatic to leave it.
Maybe I used to love staying in hotels, until I lived in one for a month thanks to my husband's job.
Maybe husband sits on my legs, tickles my stomach, and calls this torture 'writing letters to Snoopy'.
Maybe I love picking out my future babies' furniture and clothes before they're even conceived yet.
Maybe I lay in bed in a hotel and read all day long. (Only some days)
Maybe I have eaten an entire value pack of Gushers in two days.
Maybe husband and I are in a 'domestic partnership' on Facebook because he's actually married to Battlefield.
Maybe I can totally pwn husband at Halo... and have always been able to.
Maybe I love my life because my husband is in it.