It is quite simple....I LOVE this man!
I LOVE the man he was when we met for the first time....even though I never thought it would turn into what it has. I LOVE my first memory of him.I met Zach at Tin Top in Gulf Shores, AL. Zach's brother, Cory, invited him to come to dinner with our group of friends that were in town celebrating my bestie's engagement. We sat next to each other at dinner. I remember exactly what he was wearing. And I thought he was very attractive...rugged...just how I like it :) He didn't have facial hair then. He was really tan and had a visor on...I thought his hair was blonde it was so light. He had on a polo and was just simple and handsome....but cocky! And it showed! We had a wonderful time at dinner, even though mine was horrible. I don't eat fish, so of course, I got steak. Steak was bleeding when it arrived the first time and then the second it was dry as the beach. When the bills came, I didn't get one....and wasn't sure why. Zach, and all his cockiness, said he picked up my tab for me. I, of course, blushed and thought that was so sweet because that never had happened to me before! The waiter came to get all the bills and came over to me to let me know that my meal was on the house and how sorry he was for all the incoviences....SERIOUSLY!!!! Did I say my Zach was cocky!?!? This is my first memory of my hubs and it still makes me laugh to this day....it spoke volumes of him very early on :)
I LOVE our Wedding Day! This day was perfect in my eyes! He was the perfect person for me and I had not one doubt in my mind that this man was made for me!
I adored him so fast...I LOVED everything about him...even the not so attractive things. I heard the other weekend at the wedding we went to..."Your wedding day will be the day that you love your husband least." Couldn't not be further from the truth!I LOVE how hard working my husband is....his work ethic and love for what he does is unbelievable. He works so hard...all the time!
I LOVE that with this man and because of how much we LOVE each other....we made LIFE!
And because of these 3 lives, we made together....I LOVE my husband more than really the word LOVE can sum up! Becoming a mom, rocked my world and made me feel LOVE in a new way...but watching Zach become a father, a new LOVE was born as well. Even though Zach and I don't agree on everything, I LOVE the Daddy he is!
I LOVE that I know EVERYHING about this man...he is my best friend and everything I could have ever wished for in someone to spend my life with. He is amazing! He stands up for me and what I believe in, he supports me in hard times. He makes me laugh and can also put me in my place. He puts up with me when no one else would and he just loves me and for this....I LOVE him!
I’ve made a mess of me
The person that I’ve been lately
Ain’t who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm goes through
And I need you
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you
There’s more here than what were seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You’ll always be love’s great martyr
Ill be the flattered fool
and I need you
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you
On my own I’m only
Half of what I could be
I can’t do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you, gave me you.
Gave me you.
2 comments:
Don't think I could have asked for a better brother-in-law.
So sweet :) got a little teary eyed read this morning! thanks for sharing!!!
PS LOVE Dave Barnes - we danced to one of his songs at our wedding
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