My Valentine

Can I just say how much I love, L-O-V-E my husband? Since we were on the road for our anniversary on December 28 and Valentine's Day is fast approaching, I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on the man I married over four years ago.

First off, not only did he have the good sense to ask me to marry him after 2 months of dating, but he decided we would fly to Wisconsin so he could talk with my dad. Cody proposed down by the river on one of my favorite reading trees; he did not know that at the time which made it that much more endearing.

We were married in a jiffy (when you get caught making out in a steamy car by the midnight patrol you should hurry up the date) and I knew as I went to the temple with Cody that he was just the right man for me. Mom and Dad offered Cody a return policy, but after the wedding said policy mysteriously expired... that's ok, he's says I'm a keeper. After 2 months of marriage, I recall the day we looked at each other and wondered what we ever did without the other. Palpitations!

Since then, Cody has been my sugar daddy, as we joke, and has taken me to foreign places where I ran through castle ruins giggling, ohhed and ahhed over palaces and paintings, and uttered little sqweaks of delight at tea shops and crepe stands.

He earns the prize for best birthday EVER (he's welcome to top it): Brussels, Belguim... eating mussels and lobster in an open-air restaurant... buying me my smoky topaz pretties and sparkly shoes... and people watching at the Grand Platz in the evening while eating Belgium waffles and butter truffles. He loves to spoil me, what can I say? I'm very receptive to it.

Thank goodness families can be together forever because this lifetime isn't long enough!