Who could resist saying "I do" to a man who salutes them? Pas moi.
I can't say that three years ago today I married my best friend. Looking back I realize how little I knew Rob and am amazed by my assuredness in committing myself to him for the rest of my life after having spent only a few short months getting to know him. It was in that time that I was able to see the sort of person he was, though, and I was willing to see what unfolded from there based on just a glimpse. He was always kind, fair, and optimistic. He was straight-forward and honest and a matter-of-fact communicator. It was never not easy to know where I stood with him. He was brilliant but not a know-it-all, fascinating without being too enigmatic, talented but not arrogant, and quick-witted while still appreciating my own sense of humor. Rob treated me like gold - and still does - even when I feel I don't deserve to be. With a ravenous curiosity about everything around him and a constant interest in self-improvement, I knew without a doubt that he'd succeed as a husband, so I jumped in. In the years since he's completely surprised and impressed me with his humility, work ethic, and gentle, loving nature. As a father he is phenomenal and easily rivals the amazing Bruce Michael in that department. Olive adores her Papa, and she's very fortunate to get to spend just as much time - if not more - with him as she does me. I hope to look back on this three-year mark as I do the day we married, marveling at how much I thought I knew about this remarkable man but how little I did in relation. I married him because I completely trusted that he would be my best friend and that was all I needed to know.
This is beautiful, Heather. I hope to be so lucky and blessed someday. :) Love to you both.
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