It Beats 4 U

Our home will be filled with music. We will sit on the porch on Sunday afternoon drinking beer with the Black Keys. We will make love to My Morning Jacket. You will laugh at my Jemina Pearl dance. I won't spend time worrying that you will leave me once you find out I'm really boring. When you come back from a night out with your friends, you will nuzzle my neck with your sweet, drunk breath and tell me that you missed me. We will go to concerts. We will camp. We will travel. I will take pictures and make a scapbook. You will lovingly laugh at the exuberance with which I embrace my "new thing," and will not comment about the speed with which I throw it away (Death Cab for Cutie was SO December 2005). It will be ok that I refuse to clean the house or do yard work; we can pay someone to do both. You will be a beer drinker; we will go to bars scoping out good beer; we will reject bars based on their lack of quality beers on tap. I will cook for you. I will bake for you. I will tell you what I want. You will make me laugh; I will make you laugh. You will help me when we go to parties or bars, understanding that it is hard for me. We will watch college football on Saturdays in the fall. We will needle each other when our teams lose. I won't be angry from trying too hard to make you happy. We won't go to the gym together. You won't have to go to the ballet with me. I will never make you go shopping with me. We will eat at good restaurants. You will love me, and I will know that it is enough. I will love you, and I will know that I am enough.