There are some people out there who have the talent for writing. I am not one of those people, but have always admired those who can write exactly what they feel without making it sound wordy or cliche. I usually limit my posts to pictures with a few captions and a couple of sentences describing whatever the post entails. This post is different.
Eleven years and appoximately three months ago, My Bond and I went on our first date. It was his High School's Homecoming, we were 16, it was akward...enough said. But obviously not akward enough, because it was followed by more dates, prom, a trip to Cinncinati with his family and a few other friends, a first kiss, and then a tear-ridden "I love you" at the airport before I got on the plane to begin my first semester at BYU. The following January Bond left for his mission.
I wish I could say that from then on I "waited" faithfully for him and wrote him every week, but most defintley (for both of our benefits) I did not. As I swam the college seas of dating, I did not find one single guy out there that made me feel so unreservedly loved as My Bond did. He treated me with complete adoration and without judgement. He loved me for exacly who I was and did anything within his power to make me feel special.
Somehow our paths crossed once more in August of 2004 at BYU. I was preparing to leave for a mission to Belgium and the Netherlands. We dated for about three weeks before I flew home to get ready for the Mission Training Center. On the way to the airport an informal proposal was put forth and after a few weeks of deliberation, we were officially engaged and married two months later.
It was the best decision I ever made.
As I look back on our 6 years of marriage, I feel so grateful to somehow have snagged this perfect-for-me man. I am a better and happier person because of him.