So, five years ago today I woke up and cried happy tears, I was finally married to the most amazing man I had ever met. I woke up this morning sooo lucky because I am still married to that amazing man. I am so lucky. He and I met 14 and a half years ago on his 14th birthday. I walked back into my parents' business and told them I was going to "marry that guy." My dad insisted that was impossible since I wasn't dating until I turned 40 so my imminent marriage was not really as imminent as I might hope . Well, three years later, after my father passed away very suddenly I started dating my husband. We dated for 6 and a half years, through my being severely anorexic to my being overweight. When I have those days where I just feel like the fattest person in the world or the ugliest woman ever; there he is, telling me how amazing and gorgeous I am. Then there are the days where I am struggling in school and just having the hardest time believing that I am intelligent enough to get through it and he is there telling me that not only will I get through it but I will ace it because I am brilliant and when it's all over; he is usually right I do ace it; however I know that without him right there cheering me on I would never have made it through. I love him more today than I did 5 years ago and I thank God for him every day. I am so lucky, and I love him so much that sometimes it hurts. I wake up and he is gone to work and class already (he's a graduate teaching assistant at Kansas State University) and I am sad because I don't get to see his smile or hear his voice for what seems like forever.
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Take care hon.