Brittany Hugoboom@BritHugoboom
Marry someone you’re obsessed with… emotionally, physically, and sexually.
Our 6 year wedding anniversary was on Saturday.
He asked me to pack a bag and be ready by 3pm.
A black car pulled up to our valet.
My husband was carrying a leather duffel bag, some gift bags, wearing aviators and linen. Looking hot as ever.
We put our phones away and had a deep conversation. Car rides are for sexual tension.
He took me to a breathtaking beachfront hotel in Sunny Aisles. 5 diamond award winner.
After a tour of the property, the manager brought us to our suite. My jaw dropped. It was the most beautiful (and large) hotel room I’d ever seen. The blue ocean beyond the balcony stretching as far as the eye could see. Rose petals and swan shaped towels on the bed. Chocolate covered strawberries, flowers, fruits, and gifts.
Since Iron was the theme, I gave him a handmade pocket knife of copper and Damascus steel special ordered from a blacksmith. He gave me a stunning necklace and the sexiest lingerie from Agent Provocateur.
We swam in the ocean. I sat facing him in the shallow water and let the waves rock us back and forth. The spa was world-class. I showered under the “rainforest,” put on a dress I knew he’d love that showed off my necklace.
The Italian restaurant was the best I’ve had. The service, from the waiters to the beach and hotel staff made me feel like royalty. But honestly, we took the dessert to go.
At 6 years, our passion is more intense than ever, and we’ve become experts of each other.
We fell asleep to the moon over the ocean, the night breeze blowing the drapes as Midnight in Paris played faintly on the TV.
I woke in a state of pure bliss. We had seven more hours. And we made the most of it. Bed. Beach. Spa. Food. Then we went home, excited to see our baby girl.
It was a honeymoon all over again, but somehow even better.
Forever grateful to be married to the love of my life.