He and I met at his prom....no really we did. A mutual friend, whom I met when I lived in Italy called up, rather last minute and invited me. I suspect he wanted a ride, as he didn't drive, and I had a car, but nevertheless, I went. At the dance, which was okay, I met this giant of a guy....and he is, he is more than a FOOT taller than I am. He asked me to dance, and I agreed, even though I had taken off my shoes. It was during the dance that I decided that Big Guy was not for me....he was awkwardly crouched down in order to dance with me, and we must have looked silly. Thankfully for me, God has a sense of humor....because 2 and a half years later we got married.
I love him. I love him more today than the day I married him, and I can only assume I will love him more tomorrow than I do today. He doesn't always understand me....but then, there are somethings that only my dad understands (like why chicken trucks make me smile) so that is to be expected. He loves me, supports me, and is the best daddy ever to my crazy kids. He is the greatest.
Helping Bug open Birthday presents. See, best daddy ever.
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