I love looking back at our wedding photos, some of that day seems like a blur. My heart was full to the brim with love for this man and I was eager to just get away with him. Just him and I alone. Finally. I do find that sometimes my guilt sneaks up on me about things that I would have changed about my wedding day, in particular, how social I wish I would have been. I barely spoke or thanked people at the reception, instead I was clinging to the man that I was completely enamored with. But as much as I wished I would have hugged those I loved dearly a little tighter, or expressed my gratitude to those that put so much time and prayers into that day, today I am clinging even tighter to the man that I am still completely enamored with. I cling to him because he is mine. I cling to him because I trust him and feel safe near him. I cling to him so that I can hear that sweet voice that makes me melt. I cling to him so that I can be lead righteously by him. I cling to him because I am his.

* I love how he knows how to wear a suit. He knows exactly where the pant legs should sit, he knows exactly where the sleeves should sit, and he knows what button should be buttoned on the jacket. And plus he just looks so darn good in one.
* I love how he sits on the bed or floor every morning, pressing into the word, longing for communion with the Lord and I LOVE how he writes down the important tasks to be done that day.
* I love how intentional he is with people in his life. He is very good at seeing the needs of not just me, but friends and family.
* I love how he vacuums, it is legit. I also love that he cleans the house to help me out and that he makes the bed every morning.
* I love how puts his keys, wallet, and work stuff on the same place on the table every time he gets home from work.
* I love the way he is around me. It makes me feel special to know that he shares parts of him with me that he doesn’t share with others.
* I love our traditions. Morning kolaches. Movie and pizza. Marathon snuggling.
* I love the wisdom he gives me in all things in my life. School, work, life, Jesus.
* I love how expressive he is when he tells stories. His voice increasingly gets louder and his hands are always thrown up above his head at the climactic moment. Its funny to watch. Sometimes its funny to see the reaction of people around us.

I just love him completely.