Saturday, December 18, 2010

Seven Years.









I remember the night before our wedding.  My mom and I went to go drop something off for him.  He was packing his suitcase for our honeymoon.  He looked exhausted, but devilishly handsome. His suit and tie were hanging at the ready for the following morning.  I was in utter anticipation and excitement for morning's light.  Because when you love someone since you were 15, you want to bound to that person forever.  After seven years of marriage Bryan remains the most fascinating, talented, and most striking man that I've ever known. And he belongs to me.  I am wildly fortunate.