A Husband So Dreamy

A Husband So Dreamy

| Kahdija Imari

First of all... I'm speechless...

 

Just watch this video shared by Ciara to see why. But if you'd rather read between my daydreams, here goes...

 

You get home from a long day of work and it also happens to be your birthday...

 

You say hello to your honey boo who has already told you several times today how much he loves you and of course, he says, "Happy birthday," one last time.

 

You step away to take a shower in solitude... something quite rare given your busy schedule and lovie dovie husband whose intense schedule matches your own...

 

As the suds roll down your body, you ponder all the things you've been through in life... 

 

The good... the bad...

 

What are the things that make you the woman you are today?

 

What are the things you still want to work on?

 

Who are the people that have loved you through it all?

 

Who are the people that love you unconditionally and continue to fill your life with so much joy?

 

All these questions and the answers that follow are grounding you in an ocean of gratitude.

 

You gently turn the knob to the off position with a small smile still on your face... and a sense of peace and worth coursing through your body.

 

You're dressed and ready to meet up with the hubby but you first need to put the kids down.

 

You walk into their rooms and notice they are both fast asleep... even the baby...

 

Courtesies of daddy you presume... Your smile brightens even more and a sigh of love is released into the atmosphere. "He is such a good father," you say to yourself in appreciation.

 

You leave the kid's bedrooms and head toward the living room.

 

You notice the hallway seems to be getting darker...

 

You feel something beneath your bare feet and kneel to pick it up...

 

It feels thin... and so velvety soft...

 

You step closer to the wall-mounted light fixture to see the alluring object more clearly...

 

It's a rose petal... a single rose petal...

 

"Hmm," you ponder with a smirk. You're sure the kids likely got into something before they morphed into sleeping angels.

 

You continue down the hallway toward the living room and notice another rose petal just beyond the next patch of darkness...

 

You move closer and begin to see flickering lights around the corner but this is no surprise since you have a fireplace in the living room...

 

"Babe must have lit a fire," you think to yourself. And you are ready to join him.

 

You turn into the dark corner which brightens with several little flickering lights.

 

You see a large vase of roses on the table that usually isn't there. On each corner of the table are three candles of differing heights. Below the table are two more candles and another bouquet of plump red roses. At your feet, a stream of roses guides your eyes left and right.

 

You curiously walk to the right, a path engulfed in more darkness but you see a few more candles at the base of the doorway. The entry to the living room curves as normal, but out peeks streams of light like a waterfall surrounding the fireplace. From the ceiling to the floor, there are columns of what seem to be Christmas lights, hung on each wall. There are so many that you can see the other details in the room very clearly. You follow the path of the lights to the fireplace... It's lined with red petals, tea lights, and tall pillar candles. Topping off the ambiance are small flames from the fireplace. Your heart warms with those flames and you return to the misplaced table in the hallway.

 

The table is now at your right and the red river is guiding you forward...

 

You see dozens of small flickering lights lining the walkway to the dining room. And the river of rose petals is willing you to come closer. The miniature candles reveal a path that swerves toward darkness. Feeling slightly confused, you see that the once candlelit pathway has stopped... "But why so abruptly?" you wonder to yourself. Just then, you notice you were so focused on the ground that you hadn't looked up since you were gazing at the wall of lights that is now your living room. You slowly tilt your eyes upward and the darkness reveals a sort of glowing outline...

 

There he is.

 

"Happy Birthday Baby," says the voice of your man. You rush into his arms and squeeze with a tight appreciation that fades into sensual desire. You realize your feelings were so strong that you were squeezing your eyes closed. You also see a glimmer of light beyond your eyelids, so you peel them open... only to see more pillar candles and bouquets of plush red roses. You smile and sigh with so much love and lean back align your eyes with his. Cupping his neck with one palm and drawing a line from his shoulder to his peck with the other, "Thank you baby," you say tenderly. You kiss him with all you have in you and he cups your waist with his hands, just the way you like.

 

He escorts you to the dinner table and you see the finest dining and the finest man alive. 

 

You gasp in shock because you realize you want to document this moment forever. So you ask to step away, naturally grab your phone, and record it all for the world to see!

😁 #thatsmyman #heknowshowtomakemefeelspecial

 


 

My story above is in no way a factual depiction of what Ciara and Russell Wilson experienced on this fine day. It is, however, how I imagined life happening for her... or maybe even for myself whenever I get married and have kids. Either way, this daydream allowed me to feel love, joy, peace, and a sense of warmth even while writing it. I hope you enjoyed this read. Until next time. 

 

Oh yeah... Happy Birthday Ciara 😊