I know that I’m not the wife you once imagined me to be. I don’t cook you breakfast, lunch or dinner and prepare cutesy little snacks in between. I don’t clean, wash the dishes, do the laundry and feed the dogs and make it look effortlessly sexy. I’m not the stiletto-wearing, picture perfect career wife either. In fact, because of the long hours at work, I’d really rather go barefoot than wear those damned (Php4,000 peso Aldo) heels you got me. And work plus school plus Miggy’s drama episodes at dawn make me super very tired, which means zero,zilch,nada sexy time for the olitres couple. I’m not the fantasy wife you once wished for either. I don’t have Charlize Theron’s legs or Kate Bekinsale’s tiny waist or Maria Ozawa’s abilities. (Well, not anymore. P.S. I have pics to prove this, I swear.)
I don’t need to tell you this but I do work hard to be the best partner for you. I work hard so I could pay the yaya’s to do the housework (haha).They say the higher the heels the closer to God. That’s why I’m saving all those unused fancy shoes you bought me in boxes and because when the time comes that God will call me, i could reach him easily.;-) I’m not the prettiest or hottest wife, but I do shower and comb my hair everyday, and make sure all the right areas are waxed clean. And I try to learn something new everyday lest your friends think you married a dumb bimbo. By the way, thank you for paying for my grad school. And for miggy’s gymboree. You’re like the sugar daddy I once imagined having, only you look hotter and smell nicer.
Again, I’m not a lot of things, I don’t know a lot of things and I’m not sure of a lot of things. But one thing remains constant, I love you and I am thankful for having you in my life, because you make it easier and happier and much much more better. Happy 3rd anniversary,love.