How it feels to be a certified lover girl in a long term relationship

I've been with my darling for 1,017 days now, (or about 2 years and 9 months). People say that the honeymoon phase lasts three months or even up to a year. And be that as it may, I am every bit as madly in love with him as I was in the first few weeks of our relationship.

That's not to say that we haven't had our ups and downs. Just like any couple, we have had large disagreements. But our love for one another dwarfs those disagreements like the entire milky way dwarfs Pluto.

Ayden means everything for me, I want to be with him for eternity. A marriage of twenty, thirty, forty years isn't nearly enough to satiate my desire for time with him.

He is the first thing I think of when I wake up, the first person I say a good morning to, and the last person I say goodnight to every night. I spend hours a day walking around my house, listening to old love songs by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross. I thank God for him everyday. I text him "I love you," at least a dozen times a day. Our hours long phone calls are my favorite part of the day and the part I most look forward to.

I anchor my life in Ayden time. Time to say good morning to Ayden. Time to send Ayden a selfie. Time to call Ayden. Time to go on vacation with Ayden. Days became weeks and weeks became months and months became years since I first met Ayden.

I see him in everything. Every time I go to the movies, and there is a loving couple on screen, it reminds me of us. Every time I see a new recipe online, I wonder if I should cook that for him. Every time I see a beautiful place, I think about vacationing there with him.

I dream and fantasize about our future together all the time. Last night I listened to "Carrying your love with me" by George Strait, and I imagined what it would be like to be pregnant with Ayden's child. Even while he's at work, I will be carrying our child with me, a living and growing representation of our love. Quite literally carrying his love with me. I imagine missing my period and feeling ill one morning, taking a pregnancy test and seeing those two lines. I imagine buying a beautiful gift box and stuffing it with a shirt that has "Best dad ever" written on the front, and seeing the joy on his face when he realizes he's going to be a father.

I imagine us taking our child to Disneyland together, to the London Zoo, the Aquarium, to Legoland and Chessington World of Adventures. Going to their wedding and the birth of their child, witnessing my darling Ayden become a father than a grandfather.

I imagine us travelling Europe together, snorkeling in Malta and relaxing on the beaches of Tenerife, enjoying a romantic candlelit dinner under the stars on a rooftop in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower, trying waffles at a cafe in Brussels, basking in the hills in the Val d'Orcia, and spending a Christmas cuddling by the fire with mugs of hot chocolate in hand in Switzerland.

I want to be completely devoted to Ayden and his needs and wants for the rest of my life. That's why I want to be a housewife, because as a housewife I can be totally devoted to his needs so that he can relax when he comes home.

I want to cook his every meal, I want to pack his lunch with a little love note inside every day, I want to send him to work with fresh clean clothes every day, I want him to come home to a clean house and a loving wife ready to meet his every whim, I want to bake him fresh loaves of banana bread every week, I want to help him with his homesteading, I want to give him my best energy.

I can't wait to take his last name, and vow in the presence of God to be his forevermore.

I am his slave, his helper, his admirer, his lover, my body belongs to him and no one else. He is my everything and he owns all of me.

I want to submit to him, to align my values and desires with his, always ensuring his optimum happiness. He is the head of our household and to be honored and respected and reverenced in that role.

He is my king. The king of my heart, my master, my lord, my cherished man.

As Barbara Mason said in her song "Forever",

I′ll be your slave for the rest of, of my days, love you more in so, so many ways, just to be with you, thrills me through and through and darling, forever, forever