6 years with my Best Friend

January 31st 2003, the day all my dreams came true. As cliche' as it sounds, it is true. His hand in mine, his eyes looking at mine, and my heart completly now his. I remember the smell of the winter's promise all around us. It may have been January, but it felt more like April. I may have been 22, but I felt more like 16. Butterflies were having a feild day in my stomache, and a lump was constantly in my throat. I loved that day. Everything about that day. But I also knew that my wedding day is just a day, not a marrige. I have loved everyday after January 31st 2003. Each day field with something new, always different, always the same. One thing that is very constent and yet ever changing is the love that we share. I love Chad more and more every day that passes. How could I have ever imagined that! The day we got married felt like the pinacle of love. How could you go any higher? How was I to know that instead of reaching the summit, I was just barley steping onto the trail? I still look for him when I enter a room. I can pick his voice out of many in a loud crowded room. I love the feel of his hand on the small of my back and the weight of his fingers through my hair. I love that he can look at me when I have no make up on and am in my ratest looking sweats and still tell me I am pretty. I love that without me saying a word, he knows what kind of day I have had. Even when I try and fake it with a smile. I can fool everyone around me, but I can't fool him. He makes me feel like there is no other girl out there for him, he makes me feel speacial. What did we do for our anniversery this year you ask? Nothing. I was sick. But Chad was there, taking care of me. Letting me cry, cough,sleep, and complain. Basically letting me do what I needed to at the moment, while he just huged me, chased the kids, got me medicine, and let me watch all the girly movies I wanted. Nothing says "I love you" more then when I am at my worst and he is right there in the trenches with me. Anyone can get you jewlery or take you on a date to a movie, it takes a real man to change a pooie diper while "When Harry met Sally" is on the TV, and his wife is crying on the couch. I love Chad with all my heart. Growing old freaks me out. But growing old with Chad makes me excited.