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Sometimes it still baffles me that I’m married. Better still— I’m married to the man that I was so enamored by and was so sure he would never notice me. I’m still enraptured by him every day. He doesn’t love me out of habit, he really truly loves me and thinks I’m special. I remember being in my teens and thinking I might never get married, then in my late teens and deciding I may not want to get married. Because I didn’t want to get married to anyone but him. I just didn’t know it yet cause I didn’t know him. 

Most everyday I thank God for the love story we have because I know not everyone has that. He is everything I always wanted. He can be a well dressed gentleman quoting Shakespeare and speaking French one minute then he can throw on a flannel and chop wood and sing along to Alan Jackson and Randy Travis and Eric Church the next. He cares deeply about the same things I do, we agree on parenting techniques we’ve never even discussed before until one of us puts it into action. It’s truly like he was made just for me, like God took the man of my dreams and made him six years before I was even born.