I will make a good husband some day. I'll bring warm things to my loving wife in bed like Electronic Battleship and a pan of french fries.

I love you, loving wife of the future. I am young and fruitless now, but over 30 years, an orange will roll down my arms, from left to right over the top of my spine, and plop in your lap, and I will have drawn a winking face on it with a marker, and then I'll light a candle.