Nine YearsNine years ago, I met the man who is now my husband. We "met cute", at a wedding no less, and immediately attached ourselves to one another.
I have told him that I was his from the moment I have touched him, and I have told others that this is not just a love but a biological imperative. Both are true.
We have been married seven years, eight in January. We have three daughters. I love him more now than I ever have. He is better-looking, and I know the heart that is behind the eyes.
The only thing I have ever been sure I wanted out of life, is him.