The Man I Fell In Love With:
He was tall.
He was seriously good looking.
He was cheerful.
He was always clean shaven.
He was downright kind.
He loved playing ultimate frisbee.
He had ridiculously cute dimples when he smiled real big.
He was awesome at surprises.
He always opened my door.
He loved holding my hand.
He hated being apart from me.
He honored his time on a mission and talked about it a lot.
He constantly told me how beautiful I was.
He was a dedicated worker, at his job and at school.
He loved his family and adored his nieces and nephew.
He enjoyed being outdoors and taking me places I had never been.
He was an excellent conversationalist.
He taught me a lot about patience.
I thought he was too good to be true.
He had me head over heels.
The Man I Married:
He was tall.
He looked ridiculously handsome in his new suit and purple tie.
He was beaming with happiness.
He showed up at my door clean shaven.
He was the most genuinely nice person I had ever known.
His dimples were bigger than I had ever seen as we walked together into the temple.
He held my hand the entire day and never let go.
His face was in complete awe the first time he saw me in my wedding gown, and with slightly watered eyes, whispered to me how absolutely beautiful I was.
He held my dress and opened all my doors all day.
He knew without a doubt that we were in the right place at the right time.
He was excited about our future together.
I was completely certain that I was the luckiest girl in the entire world.
He was mine.
The Father of My Children:
He is tall.
He has a strong jaw, that is especially prominent when he is clean shaven.
He has passed his dimples on to both of our kids, and they only come out when they are really happy.
He has an ever optimistic attitude, that really helps brighten my days.
He can make friends with anyone, and seriously doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
He cherishes his family, our family.
He calls me "pretty lady" more often than anything else.
He truly honors his church callings, and is dedicated to serving.
He always is carrying a car seat, or holding the hand of a toddler for me.
He gets better and better looking with age :)
He gets excited when we get to sit together at home and watch a movie.
He never lets a day go by without giving me a kiss and telling me he loves me.
I love that he is my best friend, and honest-to-goodness companion.
He still has me smitten.
Happy Anniversary, Babe. I love reflecting on our life together, how we began, where we are now, and especially all of the in-between. These 6 years have been full of adventures; I can't wait to see what else we can come up with!
I love you
