Don't We Get Some Sort of Metal for This?

My love. 11 years.
My goodness...
He is our rock - strong, supportive, unbreakable. My rock.
He has the biggest, sweetest heart of any man I know. I am at times struck by my luck, because it was all luck, an accident really. It started with a strong thump, thump, thump when I first saw him.
Yes, how silly.
That strong pull that some call "love at first sight."

He teases that he had to pull and prod me into loving him after that initial gravitational pull, but it is not true. I just have been strongly conditioned not to trust my first instincts and waver when it is my time to truly make a decision. I am grateful he made the decision for me. His strong will has always pulled us through. I need to work on helping him let his soft animal emerge every now and then. To rest, recoup and B E <3 p="">It is no easy task. I will also admit it is no easy task to be married to me.
We giggle talking about our engagement. We were in Hawaii for a graduate conference and Soren drove me to a beautiful beach. It was just before sunset and I was intent on finding shells before dark and Soren kept trying to get me to sit down. I grumpily replied I was busy finding shells. In the end he had to start talking to my backside as he began his proposal speech. I guess that means I had no idea, and was completely blown away which is a success in some ways, yes? Oh dear.
Today reminds me of that moment as my sweet, thoughtful husband presented me with a stainless steel french press for my herbal teas and I complained I might have liked glass so I could see the beautiful herbs and flowers. He quietly told me he had researched it and the 11th anniversary tradition is stainless steel. Oh. Dear me. Thank you, my love. Someday I will get it. And until I do, thank you for guiding me.
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