After posting about meeting my husband yesterday, I thought I should, full disclosure, discuss the fact that I’m also in love with another guy. He’s gorgeous and outdoorsy. He’s a runner, and loves to play ball. He’s so cute that women stop him on the street. (RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!)

He loves to cuddle while we watch movies.(Adorable, right!) He is a voracious eater, and thinks I’m a great cook. He hates when I pay attention to anybody else, but he always thinks I’m right. (And who doesn’t love that?) He makes me laugh by doing funny things all day and night. He’s very protective of me. He enjoys a good nap. He practically throws a parade when I come home, even if I’m out for just a few minutes. He is very well-groomed, although he doesn’t spend a dime on clothes. All my girlfriends are jealous that they don’t have a guy just like him.

I love him in the deepest and most profound way. I can gaze into his eyes for hours, and stroke his head, and kiss him all day and night. He knows how to calm me down when I’m crazy, and how to make me smile when I feel blue.

I am so grateful that my husband allows me to give so much attention to my other man. And that he doesn’t mind that we all sleep in the same bed. In fact, I actually think he loves my guy as much as I do.