I'll take a page from The Wild and Wily Brunette's book (blog) and write:
A Letter To My Future Husband
I just want to warn you, that this is how I'll probably be. So prepare yourself. Rosalind, in As You Like It, said it best:
Maids are May when they are maids,
but the sky changes when they are wives:
I will be more jealous of thee, than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen,
more clamorous then a Parrot against the rain,
more new-fangled then an ape,
more giddy in my desires than a monkey:
I will weep for nothing, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry:
I will laugh like a Hyena, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.
I'll try not to be like this, but chances are pretty good that I will be.
If it helps, I'm sorry!
You've been warned.
With absolute love and hope,