My husband and I have been together for almost 8 years, although we've only been married for just over 3. It's interesting to think back on so many moments throughout our relationship and reminisce about events we've experienced together, which in turn leads me to remember exact moments when I thought to myself, "I love this man."
Like our first trip to Rocky Point, and spending a wonderfully long weekend on the beach drinking tropical beverages and enjoying each other's company.
Or when he took me skiing one Valentine's weekend and was patient with me and went on all the beginner hills because I had never skied before.
Or when he proposed, with an elaborate display of roses and rose petals and candles everywhere. Got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of our lives together. Which I found out later that he had already asked my dad's permission weeks before.
Or when our girl cat died in my arms and I didn't know what to do. I had never experienced that kind of hurt before. We helped each other through and still celebrate her life today.
Or when we had our son. I always figured Joe would be a great father but I was in no way prepared for how amazing he is with Brandt. Watching him take care of our son, bathe him, read to him, snuggle with him, love him with every ounce of his being. I fall in love with him in a whole new way.
Or like Saturday, when I watched Joe stay calm and composed as he held Brandt while he threw up ... I thought to myself, "I love this man."