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.