Thursday, June 24, 2010

Twenty Wonderful Years

When we met I was 20 years old and had just finished my third year of college... he was barely 18 and finishing his senior year of high school.  We started dating shortly after he graduated.  I caught a lot of flack from my friends for robbing the cradle, but I'm glad that didn't sway me.

Three years later we married.  I felt no fears or doubts that day...just perfect calm and assurance that I was marrying exactly who I was meant to...my perfect match.  I have been grateful every day since that Heavenly Father brought him onto my life.

Truthfully, I often wonder if I really deserve him. He is often far more thoughtful than I. I am especially  grateful for the laughter that he brings into my life, daily, and the fact that 20 years, 3 kids and ? pounds later, he still looks at me like I'm a hot 20 year old.

He's a very good man...and I love him with all my heart!

Bunches and bunches...forever and ever...promise.

2 comments:

  1. I am just as grateful I have an amazing sister-in-law. I hope your celebration this weekend is relaxing and wonderful. Love you both.

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  2. Found your blog from reading comments on Divorced and 21.......Younger guys rock. My husband, who I met at a young adult dance is 6 years younger than me. When we met, we both said we were older than we looked, and he still thought he was older than me.

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