you must be confusing me with the maid we don't have.

dear future mr. chelsea,

i hope you like to clean. because i loathe it.

i'd rather sleep on top of my clothes than put them all away before i go to bed. and dishes stay in the kitchen sink longer than i'd like to admit {no really its embarrassing} and when i finally motivate myself to do the dishes, they then stay in the dishwasher and i pull from it when needed. {june cleaver would be so proud}

i know both our jobs will be us doing what we love, therefore we'll be broke. and i don't mind that. but we won't be able to hire a maid. which leads me back to the main point... i hope you like to clean. {or at the least i hope you have magical powers that make me want to clean. and as long as we're talking magical powers, i'd like to be able to fly too...}

so we got a deal? i'll bake and you clean?

okay cool.

signed,

less martha stewart, more lucille ball

one day we'll dance.

dear future mr. chelsea,

one day we will dance at our wedding.

dance after dinner.

dance after breakfast.

dance after finding out about your promotion.

dance before picnics.

dance after jimmy fallon.

we'll dance to shake our tail feathers.

we'll dance when we are mad.

we'll dance in the middle of the street.

dance on christmas morning.

we'll dance to work off all the decadent baking i'll surely do.

we'll dance to your music.

dance to she&him.

dance to girl talk.

dance to frank sinatra.

dance to celebrate.

dance with our new puppy.

we'll dance whilest cleaning.

we'll dance in the car.

we'll dance after my failed attempt at homemade pasta.

we'll dance after at home hair cuts.

dance in the spring in the middle of a field.

dance when we want it to snow.

dance in our pajamas.

dance when we find out we are moving to paris.

we'll dance with our kids.

dance on our 30th anniversary.

on our 40th.

50th.

we'll dance after we plant flowers in our garden.

we'll dance when we're 80.

we will dance.

p.s. DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE GIVEAWAY!

one last letter.

i can't believe i forgot my most important letter yesterday.

Dear Future Mr. Chelsea,

can we walk down the aisle at our wedding like this? my heart melts a little every time i watch this video. and we can choose our own favorite dance song. k, thanks. bye.

insert mr. chelsea here.

{oh, look how cute we are.}