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If I Have Not Love, I Gain Nothing...


I'm learning about love.  

It's a lot messier than I thought it would be, and so much more work.  Patience is required every step of the way.  The crazy thing is, he needs to be patient with me!  I'm such a silly girl sometimes.  You always think you will be the one who is cool, calm and collected and then you end up being the crazy and you can't believe it.  Is that just a girl thing? haha

Bill is a man I am proud to be with.  His work ethic, morality, and gentle spirit draw me to him every day.  He makes my heart melt when he tells me I'm beautiful and smiles and looks into my eyes.  I am SUCH a scardy cat, but he makes me feel safe and secure.  He knows when to hold my hand and when to leave me alone and let me work through something. He holds me accountable when I start to slip, and he reminds me who I am, where my faith lies, and why he fell in love with me.  He constantly surprises me with his reactions and makes me the happiest girl in the world.  

I could literally gush about him forever.  I just can't believe he picked me.

Bill, you are it for me. I love you so much.

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  1. So cute!!! I love that your at Heritage park in this photo!! That place represents true love to me!

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  2. Your bunny is adorable.

    It sounds like you have a wonderful relationship :)

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