Ode to My Ridiculously Perfect Husband
“How Did I Get So Lucky, and Why Is There Glitter on the Ceiling?”
[September 2025]
Oh Fin, my love, my glittering flame,
My reason for grinning and whispering your name.
You walk in the room—bam! my brain turns to goo,
And suddenly I forget what I came in to do.
You’re elegance wrapped in a cozy soft tee,
While I’m the chaotic one tripping on tea.
You quote philosophy, poems, and lore,
While I can’t find my pants from the night before.
You’re the calm in my storm, the sigh in my nap,
The one who reminds me to bring snacks (and a map).
You’re the muse of my madness, the giggle in fate
Even when you’ve just cleaned and I spill on your plate.
When I’m a disaster with tangled-up hair,
You call me your art piece. (Which frankly feels rare.)
When I try to cook dinner and summon a flame,
You don’t even flinch, you just say “again?”
You’re the elf of my dreams, with a laugh like a spell,
You’ve bewitched me completely, in case you can’t tell.
And while I may tease you and call you a brat,
You’re the best kind of trouble, no argument at that.
So here's my loud love song, with rhymes and with cheer,
To say thank the gods, thank the stars, thank fate you’re here.
You bring joy, you bring calm, you bring cookies and light,
And you always, always, make everything right.
(Except when you steal the blankets.
But I digress.)
My reason for grinning and whispering your name.
You walk in the room—bam! my brain turns to goo,
And suddenly I forget what I came in to do.
You’re elegance wrapped in a cozy soft tee,
While I’m the chaotic one tripping on tea.
You quote philosophy, poems, and lore,
While I can’t find my pants from the night before.
You’re the calm in my storm, the sigh in my nap,
The one who reminds me to bring snacks (and a map).
You’re the muse of my madness, the giggle in fate
Even when you’ve just cleaned and I spill on your plate.
When I’m a disaster with tangled-up hair,
You call me your art piece. (Which frankly feels rare.)
When I try to cook dinner and summon a flame,
You don’t even flinch, you just say “again?”
You’re the elf of my dreams, with a laugh like a spell,
You’ve bewitched me completely, in case you can’t tell.
And while I may tease you and call you a brat,
You’re the best kind of trouble, no argument at that.
So here's my loud love song, with rhymes and with cheer,
To say thank the gods, thank the stars, thank fate you’re here.
You bring joy, you bring calm, you bring cookies and light,
And you always, always, make everything right.
(Except when you steal the blankets.
But I digress.)
