Wife.

This is my husband Justin (as if you didn't know):

 He is one good looking guy.

If you are an adventuresome soul, and have allowed your eyes to wander to my personal information, you may have realized that I have a tidy list of words that describe me. The fact that it is a tidy list probably also says a lot about me. The first word on my tidy list has only described me for about 4 months, but I don't mind that I've known it for the shortest period of time, and I put it first anyway. (Harry is very disappointed, since I've been his fanatic for about 11 years he feels he should have come first).

Being a wife is [really] great. Well, at least being Justin's wife is really great. We've been together for almost 5 years now, so we have a pretty good rhythm. Five years, mind you, is almost a quarter of my life. If there was any doubt in my mind that living together wasn't going to be as easy/fun as dating, it only lingered for the space of about a millisecond. Living with Justin is a lot like waking up every morning and discovering a 150-pound bar of chocolate in your apartment. It's like, "Wow! How did I get so lucky as to have this much awesome in my apartment?" You might think you'd get tired of chocolate, but you just don't.

While dishes do pile up, arguments do occur and there are dirty socks, on my floor, again, I wouldn't trade being a wife for any other role.

I love being married to a 150-pound bar of chocolate Justin very, very much.