The time The Double B took me to Disneyland for Christmas. Sigh.
So I'm totally married to one of the best people I know.
Also, he is a total hottie. Like, I've never seen a physical specimen more... delicious looking.
I don't know how it happened, but he married me. Sweet!
I am in love with him. As in, please let Beyonce sing "Crazy in Love" to you right now, and then know that I love him even more then that. But sometimes I try to swing my dysfunctional white Mormon hips and sing that song with my bad soulful self for him. He always just smiles, knowing the random singing will stop within a few minutes, 'cause it happens a lot.
I really do love him.
And most importantly, on this, our eighth anniversary -- I like him so so much. I like who he is. I like what he does. I like his sense of humor and his kindness to others. I like how he scratches his head really fast when he gets excited about something. I like how he carries way more then his fair share of the load right now and still thinks to give me a hug. I like that he can tell me "It will all be okay," and I always believe him.
I just like him.
Eight years ago at this time, we were stuck in the lobby at the St. George temple because someone (that would be me) forgot to bring the marriage licence. And let me tell you, people, they don't let you past those doors without that slip of paper, even if you promise you have every intention of getting married that day. It was kind of embarrassing. But only a small hiccup in the most wonderful, magical, enchanted day of my whole life. Sigh. I'm not joking, it was the bomb-diggity. I was just so happyhappydeliriouslyhappy to be his wife. Finally. And I didn't mind the whole I-get-to-see-you-nakey part of it either, quite honestly.
It is now eight years later. We are about to deliver our third child. I weigh more then he does at the moment. But we are in love. And I intend to stay that way... forever. 'Cause it's not up to chance, it's up to us, and I know we're both in this for the very long run.
Plus, I love to hold his hand in sacrament meeting. It's a very manly hand.