Twelve years ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
But somehow, some way, I have been tremendously blessed.
I really can’t say enough good things about my husband today on our anniversary.
He’s handsome. He’s kind. He’s so darned easy to get along with.
He’s a great dad. He doesn’t lose his temper, like some people in this house. He’s thoughtful.
He’s brave. He loves to soar through the air, whether by hang glider, airplane or mountain bike.
But most of all, he lives by a motto. It’s not something he says out loud. He just does it.
You before me.
In everything he does, he thinks about me first. How will it affect me? What would I think? How would I react? Are my needs being met?
I wish I could say the same about myself.
He makes marriage easy. I definitely don’t deserve it.
Even when we are separated by thousands of miles, I’m so blessed.