1 year ago

I married a great guy, the best guy really.  For a long time now he's been my best friend, the one that makes me laugh and the one that brightens my day and the one that isn't afraid just to be himself.  When I married Zac I got a family man,

a man that can sew his own stocking (I was impressed),

and can squeeze into a small Christmas sweater.

(look how tight it was on his neck, i had to help him pull the thing off.  the man usually wears an XL)

A man that will fight it out, silly string style

that can shoot a birdie

that wears many hats.

A man that towers above most others

that is never too old for a Happy Birthday ice cream cake

Or balloons and birthday cone hats.

A man that tries to play like a kid, even when he's too big

 

that is a guitar hero

that has a big appetite. 

A guy that told me he would turn one of his t-shirts into a hankey for me when I was sick, and first did me the favor of cutting out the pit stains (hahahaha!).

A man that embraces Carharts and my family's farm life

and is prepared for ending up fat and happy.  

A man that looks good in a suit, and as an Amish man. 

One year ago I married the man I will spend the rest of my life with, and if the last year was an indication of what it will be like, I have a lot to look forward to.