An Open Letter to my Husband

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Dear Sebastian,

The last picture captures everything you’re about: Being a great father, always “all business,” calmness in the midst of mayhem, forever willing to listen, and pure love. Plus, God gifted you with striking come-hither looks and somehow, only you can pull off wearing a hot-pink tie like LIKE A BOSS. I swear, fuchsia is a real toughie when it comes to straight men (gay dudes fortunately never encounter this dilemma) — it can be a fashion disaster of epic proportions. Just ask Tim Gunn of Project Runway fame.

Anyhoo, last week, I attended to the groundbreaking of your latest project, Residences by Armani Casa (photographed above), and as you scooped that golden shovel into the dirt (which RUINED my heels by the way…NO BIG — I’ll let that one slide), I found myself so very proud of you and all your accomplishments — both professionally and personally. 

But you know what you need to know? Time and time again, people utter clichés to me such as, “Marriages are a lot of work.” Work! It sounds like an insult of sorts, right? And honestly, it’s a statement completely foreign to me. You never make us feel like “work.” 

Perhaps it’s because we’ve been best friends since the age of 20 and shared our most formative years together. Or the notion I can read your mind like one of those psychics with their own reality TV shows. Or maybe it’s our general obsession with our kids and family that makes our amalgamation feel, well, like “anti-work.”

It’s imperative you understand that being married to you is nothing like work. In fact, it almost always feels like a vacation.

I thank you for that.

Forever grateful,

Moi 

Photos by Tamz