Anniversary

Four years later and he's still sneaking kisses and making me blush. All. The. Time. 


My husband is marvelous. No, superb. No, incredible. No... Well, I could go on and on. My Raymond Matthew Blinn leaves me absolutely no reason to want anyone else. How many women can actually say that? I am confident that his eyes are only on me and that his heart is in tune with mine. Sure, there are little things he does or doesn't do that drive me up the wall and there's ways that our personalities sort of clash at times, but all of those things are insignificant. The husband I've been given is my very best friend. That needs to be said again. The husband I've been given is my very best friend. Sometimes I feel foolish because I can't come up with a better term for him than the junior-high "best friend" title, but it fits. He is the best for me. He is my friend. He's the one I want to spend every waking moment with and the one I want to lay my head next to at night. He's the one I love to watch father our daughter and teach her the  beauty of the world. He's a man who's overcome obstacles that I wish he never had to face and is stronger, more beautiful, happier because of them. He stands out among millions and will always, always, always be my first, true love.