Happy Anniversary

Today marks eleven years that I have been married to my Prince Charming.

My Prince. The one I waited twenty three years for. (Yes, math geniuses. That makes me thirty four.)

My Prince. The one who answered every request I had made to God for him. (Although I should have been more specific with the singing request. Praying that he would love to sing and that he would want to sing specials in church does not guarantee ability.)

My Prince. The one who has stood by me when I was at my worst. The one who cared for me through three very hard pregnancies. The one who worked and cared for the house for three months (on three separate occasions) while I lost every meal I ate.

My Prince. The one who allows me to go shopping alone so I can think and budget.

My Prince. The one who leaves his shoes in the middle of the floor. (I am especially thankful at three in the morning.)

My Prince. The one who moved us six hours from family in order to get a job that would allow me to stay home.

My Prince. The one who walked out of my dreams and into my heart.

My Prince. The one I love and adore more today than when I married him.

My Prince. The best man I've ever known. The best combination of all the good men I've ever known.

I love you, Babe. Happy Anniversary.