"The last thing I wanted to do was jump in the damn pool with my clothes on. I didn’t care about the pics or the photo op. Real talk, I couldn’t have cared any less about the pool jump. . But she did. . She wanted it. . My wife has been married before but never really had a proper wedding. It was down at the courthouse kinda shit. . And this time she had a dream. She wanted the gown and flowers and location and cake and photographers etc. she wanted the fairy tale when in reality I’d have been just fine down at the courthouse. . So I jumped in the pool. . Not cause she made me. Not cause she’d have been mad or held it over me (she ain’t like that), I did it because it was important to her. . And I’ve learned over the years that I have things that are important to me that she’d likely never give a damn about but I want her involved. . So I jumped in the pool. . Because I love her. And I love her dreams and her desires. I jumped in the pool not for the photo, I jumped in the pool for her. . Her dreams may not be my dreams, but I wanted my queen to know her dreams were important to me. Her desires I care about. . So I jumped in the pool. . Fellas, jump in the pool. . Don’t be an ass. Don’t be a stick in the mud. It ain’t a flex to push her down or roll your eyes at her dreams. It ain’t tough to mock her or call her your old lady. It ain’t a flex to keep her down, it’s a flex to push her out to fly! It’s KING shit to empower your woman to LIVE HER OWN LIFE! . This is your fucking queen. . You want her to treat you like a King? You want her by your side when you do your shit and live your life? . Than stand by her. Do the silly shit. Take the photos. Dance in the middle of the restaurant. . I want my baby to dream and I want her to know that I may not have the same dreams, but I support her and will take whatever pictures she wants. . So I jumped in the pool. . Love you baby."