You know that pleasantly surprising moment when your significant other is speaking to you from their heart in a sweet, and touching way, as they express what you mean to them, and then.... well I'll just let this speak for itself.
Husband I was just thinking today how lucky I am. I'm really so happy you're mine.
Me Awe, that's sweet. Thank you. I'm lucky to have you, too!
Husband No, really. I was out at Wal Mart today, and it made me remember how good I have it. I mean, you're not a meth-head.
Me Um, yeah. Wait, is this a compliment compared to meth-heads?
Husband No, no! You're a gorgeous woman, AND you're not a meth-head.
Me Well, way to set the bar so incredibly high. I mean, how will I ever be able to really live up to this "not a meth-head" requirement for your love? Especially since I have all that free time, and I did go through all that trouble to build a lab and all.
Husband Well, I was looking around Wal Mart, and I realized it can't be easy in this town to be a woman and NOT be a meth-head.
Me I'm pretty sure your sample group was a little skewed, but yeah... I think I can continue with my struggle to be strong in this fight to resist meth.
Husband See, I'm a lucky man.
Me Great. By the way, this beautiful moment has made me realize how lucky I am... that we did not write our own vows.
I was thinking about this conversation earlier today while I was out shopping. I realized that moment could come in handy. I figured that when I come home from shopping, bags in hand, and my husband gives me that "WHAT did you buy?!" look... I can cheerfully point out "I'm not a meth-head!", and suddenly everything will be put in perspective.