Four years long, or is it short?

It's amazing how a definitive amount of time can feel so long, yet so short all at once. I've been married to my husband four long and short years. We wrote our own vows of-sort to read during our wedding, and in mine I made a statement about how he's the only man I could ever submit to. Those of you who know me, know I'm not really the submissive type. In fact, I don't even get along well with just any kind of man, or maybe they don't get along well with me. Chalk it up to daddy issues, I guess.

But, this man of mine is different. To say I love him, wouldn't be enough. I knew it would take a special kind and God had the perfect one in mind...He's wise that way! He's everything I needed, and he challenges me in all the areas I'm weak. He's strong enough not to be overwhelmed by my strong-willed ways, but gentle enough that I desire to follow him.

When I was happily single (yes, there is such a thing,) I had a long list of prerequisites that I thought would keep me safe and single for a very long time. When I met Jeff, he blew the list away. My list was certifiably insane, but he possessed even the most ridiculously detailed characteristic. Luckily, his open-minded, blue-eyed, facial hair having, guitar playing, and God-loving self was crazy hot for me!

Four years and one off-spring later, we're still happily married. And I still discover new things about him, that either were or should have been on my list. Thank goodness I snatched him up!

Happy 4 year anniversary, Jeff!