AWWWWWW…. isn’t he cute? Okay, okay, so this is my husband. When he was just a little boy, yet to grow into the wonderful man who put gas in my car when it was -5 this morning and the man that just toasted me a corn muffin toasty to eat while I blog. Although, I have dated a few others before him – and it’s incredibly and shamelessly corny – he is truly my first love. Therefore, in my mind, he’s the only one worth re-hashing. The others that came before him were more like lessons. Lessons in what I didn’t want, lessons in what I couldn’t tolerate, lessons in learning not to settle. Lessons that in turn created who I am today, and made me the woman that Casey chose to marry.
There are a lot of rough things that I’ve “survived” in my relatively short 28 years in life. I have been to more funerals and spent countless hours in hospitals with various medical issues – both that of my family and myself. There have been MANY times that I have cursed the universe. But, when I take a step back, I realize how very lucky I am. Because although I have been given a lot to manage, I’ve also been given everything I need to manage it – and by that, I mean the people that surround me. Casey is one of those amazing people and I feel so blessed to call him my husband, and my very first love.
Awww. I married my first true love as well. It's a special thing!