Mr. Alanis


I'd keep this man all to myself, however it seems only fair that you finally get to know a little more about the future hub behind Happily Ever Alanis.
A warm smile escapes out of his grizzly red beard and the laugh lines in the corners of his blue eyes deepen. They get me every time. He's going to town on a mountain of dirty dishes right now. He washes and dries while I sit on the couch on social media but glancing at his sexy body doing the labor. If I were to get up and go to that sink, he can't help but slap my butt. It makes me feel violated, sexy, safe. There is no place I'd rather be.

He compensates for my lack of domestic charm in the kitchen and I have introduced him to the world of Chai tea lattes. Oh how I continue to teach him many things.
 I'm a simple girl with simple goals. I want to forget about routine tasks like washing my hair, wearing makeup and even wear underwear. I want to roam free across an island with my man and dip naked in the cold blue water. I want to emerge myself on the sand and make sweet love to that red beard of his.

He'll handle my mood swings with grace. He'll be more patient than I give him credit for and he'll humor my 'blonde' moments. His hands are bigger than mine but yet will feel like they were made to fit perfectly. His hands are strong and callused. His eyes are small and bright. His skin is always warm and his shoulders are sun-kissed with freckles. He's trustful, loyal and was raised on God. He's lived a lot of life in 29 years and I can feel the weight when he rests his head on my lap.
He's perfect.
I have known Mr. Alanis for nearly 3 years, engaged almost 1 and a half years, and I know I've only just scraped the surface of the iceberg. There is so much more to learn about this complex human being I call my Fiancé.
He is the reason my diet consists of more than just Chick-fil-A. He is the beard to my butt.
Oh god, how much I'm deeply in love with him.

Forever HIS,
Soon to be Mrs. Alanis