Day 21.

Dear New Husband,

Happy 3 weeks!

Well returning gifts turned out to be the worst thing ever. Well, not ever. But it definitely rates in the top 5 worst moments of our marriage. But, I'm so pleased that we can work things out and persevere through trying moments of money management. And figuring out how much stamps will actually cost and how much we really need. The biggest thing is that I'm a passionate, zealous person. And with that comes the tendency to overreact. But dare I say these are all reasons you love me? If so, what a weirdo!

I'm excited to get to spend some solid time with you and friends tonight; excited that we can stay out late, all willy nilly like we're those young college kids. . . Willy nilly, that's still something college kids say, right?

I love you,

Your New Wife that uses old folks' jargon.

Day 20.

Dear New Husband,

Thank you for making me excited to drive home to you. Thank you for cleaning up the place and for providing a quiet home for me to walk into on a Friday night.

Have I told you that you're the best? Because you are. You're my most favoritest. . . Speaking of most favoritest, I've been looking at dogs on petfinder.com and shelters around Dallas. Aren't you so excited? And for my next move, I will be Google-ing rent houses. The jig is up.

Alright, I'm exhausted now and you're right, I like "Up All Night." Sorry for not believing you.

I love you,

Your New Wife who is wearing you down with the potential of future dog ownership.

Day 19.

Dear New Husband,

I hope you don't miss me too much while I'm gone for just an evening.

I remember from an episode of Gilmore Girls (Which is an excellent source for news/celebrity information. Just FYI) that Paul and Linda McCartney were married 29 years and only spent 10 nights apart. So I guess that means you really need to figure out a way to come travel with me at the end of May. We can't be shown up by the McCartney's!

Because you're currently telling me so, I know you're enjoying your evening. Which is great. But we can only do this 9 more times. You know how competitive I am - no being shown up by the McCartney's. Maybe that should've been in our wedding vows.

I love you,
Your New Wife that is satisfied knowing her new husband is currently playing Mario Kart and racing against himself than bar hopping.

Day 18.

Dear New Husband,

I have no clue what is currently stinking up our mud room/laundry room, but thank you for trying your best to try and eradicate the stinky beast that has taken up residence in there. I'm thisclose to saying "Burn that mother down." But I better not. I better not. (That's an Orange County reference. Jack Black. Colin Hanks. A classic early 2000's movie. We can watch it later)

And let it be known, as you try to navigate what comes next, I wouldn't want to be the cheering section for anyone else. You can do anything. I clearly have a biased opinion. . . But seriously, golden child. You can do anything. Except for birth a baby and drink a gallon of milk in one sitting. Or pull off a dress. Your shoulders are way too broad for that. But I digress - Know that I pray for you and always hope for the best in you to shine in all your endeavors.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 17.

Dear New Husband,

Upon looking/stalking through the photos of our wedding cropping up on Facebook, I'm so glad you let me plan an English country garden a la Jane Austen wedding. I seriously took my love of literature a little far on this one, but yet you never objected. Well. I can remember one time you thought I was nuts and it would be scary florals and hot tea - c'mon, Curfman. I wasn't the only person getting married that day. You were getting married too.

To me. In case you need a refresher.

On a different note, thanks for understanding that I am not a domesticated lady. And letting me pull some major Andrew Luck moves and calling audibles on dinner on the regular. Really. Speaks to my soul that you let me change things up regularly. So inconsistent with dinner plans, it's like QB's for LSU or Texas for the 2011-2012 year.

Oh my gosh, I miss/need college football. I think I'm going to end this and go watch some highlight reels.

I love you,

Your New Wife who has a mid term tomorrow but is watching highlights from college football instead.

Day 16.

Dear New Husband,

Thanks for noticing that I needed a dinner out at an establishment that had cloth napkins. And thank you for volunteering to knock on our door, just like the 'old' days, to pick me up. And thank you for flowers and for letting me drag you to a store full of truffles and fudge and then to a store full of trinkets and treasures to places we could only dream of visting. Well, at least a this point.

As I grow more and more excited to travel internationally (whether that be the excursion coming up solo, or somewhere together) I'm incredibly satisfied to know that the man I married understands that zest for new places and traveling. I'm so glad we share that together. And you don't get scared when I tell you that I'm traveling to weird places solo. Thanks for trusting me in that.

You did an outstanding job today - even when I told you your clothes didn't match. Sorry about that. But babe, they just didn't. I'm so terribly sorry. But don't worry, I didn't marry you because you're Carson Kressley. . . But I wouldn't be married to Carson Kressley anyway. That dog don't hunt the ladies.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 15.

Dear New Husband,

Its been a humdinger of a day, so I'll just let my letter today be from me and John Legend.

I love you through the mess and complications and stress of everyday life and basic existence. There is no one else I would want to navigate these strange waters with. And no one else's dirty clothes I would want on the floor next to mine.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 14.

Dear New Husband,

Technically speaking, I'm writing this letter at 1:30 am, but I'm changing the time stamp for this one so it still counts as Day 14.

Speaking of Day 14, thank you for letting me talk you into not being a miser and blowing a little extra dough to see Hunger Games for a second time with new friends. And thank you for being the kind of guy that I can brag on when talking to girls. . . Except for the all those boxes of cords and wires for electronic devices. What the crazy is that?! But, I'll try to keep my "What the crazy is that?!" comments to myself. Because I have way more crazy stuff than you; I've got way more zoo-y-ness than you, so you've already got enough things to say "What the crazy is that?!" to.

Thanks for loving me in spite of that. And for loving me because of that. And for cleaning out two closets and hanging a shelf without me asking. And for looking at me when Liz Lemon does something that is a little too close to what I do and shaking your head, smiling and then sighing. Because you realize you did marry yourself a Liz Lemon.

May the odds of you always being the more sane one in our marriage be ever in your favor.

I love you,

Your New Wife who is almost done with all the Hunger Games puns/jokes.

Day 13.

Dear New Husband,

I'm so glad we got to Chuy's it up and Hunger Games it up tonight. And we get to Hunger Games it up tomorrow night too!

I'm not sure why I'm writing this letter like a frat boy with the "Hunger Games it up" business. I blame all the college basketball I've been watching.

I love you dearly and am so thankful I married a man who doesn't think bringing in our own snacks into a movie theater is treason. It totally makes the gummy bears taste better. And I am so thankful I married a man who lets me explode with excitement for a preview of digitally remastered The Godfather and doesn't tell me to pipe down. And a man who holds my hand as I sob through the preview of Titanic 3D. This is an example of the quality I cherish so in you: Support.

But I'm slightly concerned about how excited you were for the murders/killings in Hunger Games.

I love you,

Your New Wife who is concerned that her new husband may be a Capitol resident if we actually lived in Panem.

Day 12.

Dear New Husband,

Having lived alone for the last 3 years, I am suddenly learning a lot about myself by living with another person. The biggest one is that, left to my own devices, I have the eating habits of a 17-year-old male. Which is why I felt so wretched/yuck today. Thanks for not rubbing it in my face by saying: I bet that Frosty you had at 10 pm last night did you in. Because I was totally saying that to myself. So thank you for reminding me to eat vegetables and for only laughing, instead of passing judgment when I say things like: I think I have scurvy.

Thanks for taking me out for yogurt any way tonight. I enjoyed slurping down my somewhat melted yogurt while perusing the aisles in World Market; pretending what each item would look like in our new home. Especially the English floral tea towels and that green enamel Dutch oven. Wink Wink. Nudge nudge. Blatant hint hint.

Thank you for agreeing to go see Hunger Games twice in 2 days. I didn't even have to use my youngest child Bambi eyes or the 'cute' voice to manipulate you. You really weren't kidding when you said you loved me, huh?

And don't worry - I really don't mind watching March Madness. I'm glad I called the Wisconsin v. Syracuse game.

Husband: What team do you want to win?

Wife: Syracuse. Because they wear orange like Oklahoma State.

Clearly you don't mess with that kind of logic

This is kind of a long one, but I missed you a lot today and you are seriously earning your husband points today. What a hunk. Thanks for being my best friend. I'm so excited to see what you do with your life next. And guess what? I get to be a part of it. So delightful.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 11.

Dear New Husband,

Well, the cat's out of the bag, you and most of our friends know I am writing this. My inner Julie Powell (From the movie Julie & Julia, because I know sometimes you don't get my obscure references) is rejoicing that others find this as creative and cute as I do and you do. Humble gloat?

Marriage is the most confusing thing ever. Some days its so much fun. And some days its so crazy difficult that its hard to remember what in the crazy we're doing. Well, right now we're eating a Frosty and watching "Modern Family", but you know what I mean. But through this confusing, stressful, annoying, frustrating, wonderful, sweet and somehow simple process, lets never forget why we decided to inflict all of this on ourselves.

Thanks for laughing at my 'assaulted' joke about the fries. And for doing all the stuff on my 'honey-do' list. I've always wanted to leave one of those lists and it was even more satisfying that you did everything on the list. You're really outdoing yourself. You might want to whip out a coupon for Ikea Food for our next date night to even the playing field for yourself.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

PS - Thanks for being the kind of man that I can brag on and make a blog about.

Day 10.

Dear New Husband,

Don't you love being married to me? Never a dull moment. Especially in the emotional meltdown department. So thanks for feeding me, buying me juice and popcorn and letting me splurge on a somewhat unnecessary purse.

And thank you for finally succumbing to the fact that I have a relationship with you and with Gilmore Girls. . . I told you it was funny. So thanks for setting down the man card, hooking up a new router so I don't swear at it under my breath, watching Gilmore Girls and teaching me how to use your fancy printer. And for not being too mad when I knocked over all the bridges you made with your leftover Jenga tiles.

I love you,

Your technologically challenged New Wife.

Day 9.

Dear New Husband,

Today, I shoved a bunch of stuff in a crock pot and called it good. I spent all day pointlessly and obnoxiously cleaning and organizing stuff that didn't need to be cleaned. Or organized. All while watching an entire season of Gossip Girl.

You're welcome. You don't have to tell me, I know you married the brassiest of the brass rings. On a related note, thanks for being as creeped out by that baby store as I was. Babies are so creepy. And for thinking felt mustaches velcro-ed on to pacifiers was the cutest idea ever, too. And for playing Mario Kart on Wii. And for helping me love rain again. Even though I'm still cheesed off at its appearance on our honeymoon.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 8.

Dear New Husband,

Extreme coupon-ers we are not, but I'm so proud of all we got accomplished today. Shopping for 2 weeks in one grocery trip. Just further proving that I am a total newbie to this whole wife thing: I got excited over 55 cents off of Fat Free Half & Half. I don't feel normal. So I'm glad that you're not normal either.

And thanks for not being too mad when I discovered how long it took to make baked potatoes. Those things are a time suck. An hour and a half?! Sheesh. But thank you for not being annoyed and being okay with eating mac & cheese. Today, that's my favorite thing about you.

I love you,

Your domestically challenged New Wife.

Day 7.

Dear New Husband,

7 Days. Unlike Samara and her ring, we didn't die in 7 days. We made it one whole week! So thanks for being cool and letting me do really obnoxious things like try to sew without a sewing machine. And for taking apart a whole closet while college basketball was on and I was busy on Pinterest. You earned the gold star of marriage today. And I earned 'Couch Squatter' for the day.

Thanks for not being too gross of a boy and for actually placing importance on hygiene. Today, this is my favorite thing about you.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 6.

Dear New Husband,

Thank you for strong-arming me in Ikea. I think I could blow all of our money in there. No problem living on the streets, at least I'd still have my Besta bookshelf and my Mysa Stra duvet to keep me company. And you of course. You could be a street drummer. I hold the tip cup. We can work an organ grinding monkey in there. One that wears a diaper. Always a crowd pleaser.

Can we have date night at Ikea? Monday nights the chicken strips are only $2.99!!

I love you,

Your zoo-y, insanely frugal New Wife.

Day 5.

Dear New Husband,

An apartment bursting at the seams with dirty laundry, gifts and things to help us begin a new life. This is our home, this is our a new normal, this is our reality. What a life we get to live. Thanks for choosing me to be a part of your life. Thanks for not thinking I was nuts that I wanted to set up my new Keurig before unpacking my suitcase.

I clearly need a caffeine intervention.

I know I get bossy with mess, but I promise, I'll make us a home. That we both can live in. Peacefully.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 4.

Dear New Husband,

Well I hate rain. I thought I was one of those people that loved rain; maudlin, reflective rain. Rain is prosaic. I hate it. But thanks for letting me do my youngest child whining and still taking me to do fun things instead of letting your oldest child shine and telling me the what what. Sorry I thought Coit Tower was open until midnight. Sorry that Alcatraz is that absolute creepiest place on earth. Second only to the hotel we dined and dashed on. Sorry that I love seals way more than a normal human should.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 3.

Dear New Husband,

Bye bye nice weather. Hello harsh reality weather. And to accompany it, the worst hotel in all of Christendom. Thanks for being man enough to take the financial hit in the chin so we wouldn't spend our two nights in San Francisco creeped out by an old, creaky, musty hotel. I really think it would've been fun to chill our wine in the bath tub; very Prohibition Era.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

PS - Thanks for trying a weird Chinese restaurant.

Day 2.

Dear New Husband,

Thanks for not letting me get too schwasted as we drove all over the Sonoma coast lapping up wine like we were getting paid for it. And thanks for making sure I stayed up for the good parts of "Bridesmaids." Sorry that being with me is like babysitting a newly birthed giraffe. Just so awkward.

I love you,

Your New Wife.

Day 1.

Dear New Husband,

Day 1 of being married. Day 1 of this experiment. You currently don't know that I'm doing this, so revealing this should be really fun. But we're weird and fun people. Everyone knows it; I mean, hello? Did you see our wedding? I hope you did, because you were part of the main cast.

Thanks for sticking out being engaged. That season was the pits. So here's to a new season, filled with new stress. But hey, at least now we get to tell everyone how awesome our wedding was. And how it actually was all worth it. I don't remember most of what happened [And it was just yesterday. I think we may need to get my short term memory checked] but I remember binding my life to yours. The jig is up.

Thanks for driving a car all around California. And for making a pit stop at Super Target so I could buy us junk we don't need for our honeymoon. A blowdryer? What was I thinking?

I love you,

Your New Wife.