Wes

We celebrated 11 years on Friday.

I can still remember the first time I saw him, sitting on the back of a truck, getting ready to go fishing in Daytona Beach.

I can still remember the first time he flirted with me, whistling as I walked by in the gym at Western.

I can still remember how I felt when my friend Rachel came up to me one night and said Wes said to tell you that you have the best legs he's ever seen.

And then finally, the night I got the nerve up to make the first real move and talk to him.

I remember he sent me yellow roses about a week later.

And took me on our first real date that week too. We drove over to the Nantahala River and went fly fishing (imagine that.) And to my surprise, we met his Mom for dinner afterwards. I remember my hair was a mess from riding all that way in his Jeep with the top off, and here I was, straight from fishing with a ball cap on, meeting the woman who would be my future mother-in-law!

And the rest is pretty much history. Sure, he got scared at one point and broke up with me for about 24 hours. It was the worst 24 hours of my life, as I recall. But then he came to a friends house where I was and told me he was sorry. And about a week later, in his parents basement, he told me he wanted to get married.

We had known each other for about 5 months. Everyone probably thought we were crazy, but somehow most of my friends knew that I had never been this way with any guy I'd ever dated.
I love thinking back to that time, because falling in love has to be the greatest thing. When you don't care about eating, sleeping, or anything else but being with that person all the time.

I feel so blessed to call Wes my husband, and even more, I know that he loves me now more than he did back then. He is so faithful, so true, so devoted. And pretty darn good looking too!