Six years ago, I woke up and went to the grocery store. I felt like I was floating as I picked up fresh fruit and mini-muffins for my mom, my bridesmaids, and myself. In my imagination, I was glowing like angels do in some Christmas movies. With an beatific outward glow, and a serene smile, I paid for the food with exact change. I wanted to tell everyone in the store that I was getting married that day. I got to marry the best guy I had ever met. I didn't tell them, because I thought it would slow the day down, and I was in a hurry!
Six years. Still the best guy I've ever met.