being mrs. bodtcher

You know my husband? I like him a lot.
The longer we are together, the more grateful I am to be his.

I look up to him for his kindness and constant willingness to help others.
When I cry and all my crazy emotions flood out logic, he is my anchor of hope.
He is reason, he is my soothing sea, he is my gentle giant, he is my home.
I am so happy to be his wife.
When I complain, he is grateful; when I am proud, he is humble; when I stumble, he picks me up.
He believes in me and guides me.
He tells me I am "pretty, even when I look like a truck."

I just.
I just love him so.