Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, every time you take responsibility over another piece of my, our life, my heart sinks a little. Not because I think it's soooo cuuuute, not because I feel my female empowerment, gained in hard battles I didn't fight, taken away, no. I just have this heavy feeling, this dark thought, that given task will come back to me one day. That all the good will you're putting into changing that proverbial lightbulb will be in vain at the end. That one day I will have to do it alone again. That my famous independence is a protective measure. That people, including you, dear future hubster, always go away.

Dear future hubster, when you see me having difficult times because my body is angry at me for having missed yet another opportunity to produce an offspring, just hand me a vodka shot.

Dear future hubster, the dresses that zip in the back and are annoying early in the morning are one thing. But then come the bracelets and necklaces that give me a hard time - sometimes I feel like I need a third hand to put on everything I want to wear given day.

Dear future hubster, I want to dance! I am not really good at it, and I'm shy and bashful most of the time, and get nervous about how I look and whether I move in a ridiculous way (talking about insecurities, huh), but now I really want to go! Some tacky music from our youth would do; you know, something that would make Matti laugh in disbelief. It's ok if we look ridiculous and people think we are drunk, let's just go and dance and laugh.

Dear future hubster, this road trip reminded me: we need to talk about honeymoon.