4 years

I have spent four years of my life with this man. In 11 months and 5 days I will be making a promise to him, my family, and my friends to be with him for the rest of my life. CRAZY!

And to think it all started because of a "Red Rum Friday Night," and mistaking him for a wall.

I love that he makes me sane and embraces the fact that I can over plan anything (and I mean anything) to death. The fact that he is so driven to be a police officer is inspiring. Recently, I have watched him go through the hiring process for the third time with the same excitement and dedication as the first two. If it were me, I would have given up by now. I love that when I talk to him about wedding things, he tries to pay attention and tries to act interested, but really he doesn't care what I do with my hair, what color Lindsay's dress is going to be, or how I decide to decorate the tables. He has told me that as long as I show up, he will be a happy man.

Me showing up is a given. I love him and everything about him, plus he looks really good in a suit!