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.