I just want everyone to know that this is BEN.
Yes, I have posted only one blog post in our family's entire blogging history. Yet, incredible as it may seem, I totally beat Whitney to the punch this time.
If I didn't post a single thing right now aside from "I love you Whitney, and I'll love you forever" I could still claim a victory...because that's what love is all about, right?...winning.
That's right. I win.
Winner! (with both hands stretched up as far as they can go and jumping in the air, like this)
Really though Whitney, I must tell the world, or at least whoever reads our family blog (yes, you) a few things about me and my only love:
- In any given game between Whitney and I, chances are, she'll win. I would like to say it's luck, but after such a large sample size it has to be statistically accurate to say that Whitney is just better at winning than me. She is just smarter. I mean, look at her. That's the hottest smart girl I have ever seen (that's a puzzle book on her lap, by the way).
- Although I am an extremely touchy-feely type of guy I had never had the guts to kiss a girl, hold her hand, or, ahem, make out...before I met Whitney. She was, of course, just too delicious to pass up.
Much to Whitney's chagrin (not so much of a cuddler, Whitney) I looooooove burying my head in her bosom in a man-i-love-you-so-much-please-grab-my-head kind of a way (get your minds out of the gutter people, you know who you are).
Whitney is a runner. Whitney is a fighter. I was bewitched by Whitney from the beginning not just because she is, um, gorgeous, but because, after getting to know her, I saw in her a motivation and a drive unmatched. Keep fighting Whitney. Keep running.
The most breathtakingly beautiful and dedicated mother in the universe? Yes!
How the crap did I ever dupe her into this relationship thing? I'm smarter than I look, eh!
I wash the dishes for her.
I bathe the boys for her.
I clean the house for her.
I run marathons for her.
I work for her.
I cry for her.
I live for her.
And I would trade all the wealth in the world and my own life, in a second, just to hold her hand and to feel her perfect lips kiss my head.
10 comments:
I can't believe you wrote about Whitney's bosom:). Cute post, Whitney will love it. Except for the bosom part:). But, then again, I'm a mind in the gutter type person.
oh my sweet love... i'm the luckiest girl in the world. :)
let's all keep talking about my bosom.
GAH! So cute, Ben!
That was sweet Ben. I don't think I could ever get Sean to post anything on "our" blog.
Hurray for you Ben! We all love whiteny, but I bet you love her most!
Ben & Whit (& Team)... I love you guys!!!
You provide both comic relief and hope for this single girl.
xoxo
Kelly
oh ben... you crack me up. i'm so glad that you love my sister so. a very sweet post. i definitely think she's pretty great myself, but i probably wouldn't include the word "bosoms" among my reasons. but i suppose it's a good thing that you did!! ;)
That was not a silly post, Ben. In fact, it made the glorious previous post all that more meaningful because of the wonderful, very loved woman that wrote it.
You have a way with words.
Of course, Whitney makes that easy too. . . :)
I love it! I think that was one of the sweetest posts I've read. And I love that you posted about her bosoms. She is a beautiful girl and from one wife to another~ you are a lucky girl, Whitney! :)
Ben, you're awesome. 'Nough said.
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