And Number 10

 And last but not least:

10~ My dear sweet husband. There are times it still doesn't feel real. Did this really happen? Did he really choose me? Does he really feel what he tells me?

I can't hardly believe it sometimes. He's so perfectly perfect for me. He's a man's-man, but a little big geeky. He's silly and sweet.

Let's get down to business (did you sing the song?) and goof-off.

And somehow, for a reason unfathomable to me, he's chosen to be with me. He's fallen in love with me, trusts me with so much of himself. He indulges me in so many ways! My heart is so full, and my mind is often overwhelmed with it all.

Yes, we moved fast, and maybe that's why sometimes it's just.. It's hard to believe there are marriages like this- where the love and affection, tenderness and respect, the trust and dignity. I always wanted that, but in the last half dozen years or so, I guess I had gotten a little jaded. Some couples said they had this, but I questioned. I figured all couples fight.

But this.. it's on a whole other level. Sure, there's been friction- when he wants to stay up, but I know he needs to get some sleep before he goes to bed. Or if I want to do something, but I know better- he'll remind me of greater things I want to do.

Really, this is THE LIFE!