6 years

Six years ago today, I married a guy who I met in a bookstore café.

He’s the guy who sat frozen in a 60 degree hospital room for over 40 hours while I was in labor. He never left my side. And he never once complained about it.

He’s the guy who caught our daughter with his bare hands and will forever mark that as the proudest moment of his life.

He’s the guy who every night, night after night, is there to brush Adeleigh’s teeth, read stories with her and help tuck her into bed.

He’s the guy who allows her to crawl in between us in bed each night because he knows how much I love having her there. And when he repeatedly gets kicked in the head and throat, he silently steps out and sleeps in the other room.

He’s the guy who sits with his hand resting on my belly every night, so he can feel our son moving too.

He’s the guy who tells me and shows me every day how much he loves our family.

He’s the guy who loves to remind me that I am his soul mate.

Six years ago today, I married mine.