12 years ago I met a cute boy at a Superbowl party. He went to this party to watch the game, I went to check out cute boys. Sitting on the counter trying to see the TV through the crowd, he looked confused. He was the only guy not spruced up or reeking of cologne. Very intriguing, so I joined him. We got to talking, I couldn't pronounce his name, and then I saw those lips....luscious lips...and those eyelashes.
I knew I loved him after only a few weeks, but I waited until he said it first. I had never felt so comfortable, so safe, so pretty, so happy, so accepted. He listened and he understood.
To me, he was a country boy. Not a cowboy, but close. A gentleman, humble, loyal, hardworking, and such a softy. We were from two different worlds, I am the city girl.
He proposed to me after nine months, and we were engaged for nine months. We laughed together, played together, and cried together. We knew it was right. We compliment each other.
On May 5, 2000 in the San Diego Temple, we were married for time and all eternity. We made covenants with each other and the Lord, and there would be no other.
Then came three beautiful children, our creation together. Our blessing, a family. What this life is all about.
Our life together has not been perfect, but we are best friends. Our connection runs deep. We enjoy our time together. We've grown up together. We talk for hours. He teases me. He's the funniest person alive. He is the smartest person alive. He needs me. He wants me. He is my partner, he is my everything.
Today is our 10th anniversary, a milestone.