On our first date, he stood there looking handsome and nervous – white lilies in hand. I was nervous too. I sensed that he was something special, really special.
The night he proposed, he sat across the table from me at dinner looking handsome and nervous – sparkling ring hidden in his pocket. I was nervous too, I sensed something really special was going on.
The day we were married, exactly one year ago, he and I stood together. He put white lilies in our hotel suite to remind me of that first magical date. He still looked handsome, but he wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t nervous either. I knew we were embarking on a wonderful special journey together.
Each day since, I have grown to love him more. For all the many reasons I knew he was something special that first date and for more reasons I find each day. He’s the guy who takes time out of his week to help out our elderly neighbors. He’s the man who holds God at the center of his life. He’s the man who hugs me on the good and the bad days. He’s the guy who laughs a lot and reminds me I need to laugh more too. He’s the person who challenges me to be a better person, to not be so hard on myself and to not take life so seriously. More importantly, he’s the man who has taught me what real love is and the depths of that love.
Never in a million years did I imagine I’d marry a country boy from small-town Alabama in a torrential downpour in an unair-conditioned hotel lobby. But, I did and I am reminded each day of why. Because, he is my dream guy – amazing husband and I know one day he will be an amazing father. I love you, Chris. Happy Anniversary, Baby.