A year ago today I said, “I do,” to a man who is:
exceptionally rational
a ginger
disgustingly intelligent (seriously, interwebs…it’s mind-boggling)
taller than me (hooray!)
weighs less than me (boo!)
introverted
sunburns easily (you wonder why he wore long sleeves at our wedding?)
able to drive me batty with a single phrase (usually, “I don’t think that’s true.”)
extremely educated (not to be confused with intelligent, which has already been covered)
a Southern boy
probably snoring as I type this
exceedingly patient
dashing.
A year ago today, I married a man, who you, the interwebs, knows as The Boy. He loves me without bounds, and, as A.A. Milnes best said (and I paraphrase here, sort of) if he lives to 100 years, I only want to live to 100 years minus 1 day, so I never have to live a day without him.
