I remember the first time I said "I love you" to my husband.  Friday, November 4th, 2011.  It is as cold outside but inside I we hot.  Not in a bad way but in a way that radiated throughout my body.  It's almost if I didn't say it, I would explode.  By this time, I'd know him for five years.  In that time,  I had never told him those words.  Maybe I was scared.  Maybe I wasn't ready for the totality of what they meant.  I think I didn't really know what love was.  

I told a friend the story of my husband and my journey to now.  I always get so smitten when I think about how we went from puppy love to this. It's beautiful and amazing.  

9 years after we met, I am in awe that this man is mine.  We are not the same people we were when we met.  I am sure we will evolve during the next decades together.  I just pray that we grow in love together and that God allows us to enjoy each other for many more years to come.  

My husband makes it better and I hope I do the same for him.  There is nobody else for me.