despite a brief period when we got a kick out of addressing each other as 'husband' and 'wife', jeremy and i don't regularly consider the official status of our relationship.
but when i do and it's in the context of something he's done, some little thing that's just so simple and sweet, i'll think how glad i am to be a union, officially.
the other day he bought me some strawberry jam. he hid it in the cupboard and dressed it up as a surprise.
all the rainy walk home today i thought about how perfectly my surprise strawberry jam would taste on my peanut butter toast, then i laughed and thought, these are the gifts that marrieds give.
i love you, jeremy! husband! mister sorrell! my after work snack was especially satisfying. it tasted like love and strawberries.