July 7th 1995

I liked him for his smile and the scar on his cheek that he fibbed and told me he got in a knife fight.

I liked him for his big blue eyes and thick hair.

I liked him for the way we could talk and talk for hours.

I loved him for how he made me feel confident and beautiful.

I loved him for the way he made me smile.

I loved him because he listened to my story, my crazy ranting and tears, and loved me anyway.

I married him for how he spoke with about his family.

I married him for the peace he brought to my heart.

I married him for the way he spoke with reverence about the gospel and the importance of a temple marriage.

I love him still for the way he tenderly loves our children.

I love him still for the way he regards us as two parts of a whole.

I love him still because, after 14 years, being married to him is the best part of every day.

Happy anniversary, Aaron.