Dear Future Husband:
The best, best, BEST way to make me feel loved, appreciated, and all the other things you want for me? I'll tell you. No, it is too much. Let me sum up. The last six and a half minutes of my life have been spent writing you a note, preemptively, to take out all the guess work.
I don't need gifts, though they are nice.
Roses are sweet, but won't suffice.
Kisses, travel, homemade dinners
Chocolate, too, they all are winners!
But number one of all my wishes?
Mop my floors, and do the dishes.
There you go, handsome. Easier than a microwaveable, pre-made, shrink wrapped little pie.
Love you already. I'll talk to you soon.