In early August 1999, I met the most fun-loving and handsome man. He was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt with pink fowers, shorts and skateboarding tennis shoes. He tricked me into going out on a date with him by telling me it would be a bunch of friends hanging out; when I showed up, it was only him. I think I was in love from that night on.
Eight years ago today I flew into Las Vegas to meet him (we were both in the Army; he was stationed in California, I was stationed in Virginia.) We booked a time with an Elvis Wedding Chappel and were married late in the evening. It was the most fun I have had at wedding.
Ten months later, D completed his time in the Army and moved to VA. Within a couple of months we bought a cute townhouse and have been happy blissfully happy since. I can't say that it has all been easy, but the important things have never changed. When I have something to say, it's D that I want listening. When I have a hard day, it's D's words that comfort me. When I am ready to act like a total goofball, it's D that I want goofing with me. And when he smiles, I still swoon.
Thank you, D, for being the most amazing husband and father a girl could ever want.
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That's awesome!
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