Want to know why I'm marrying this guy?
Taken from my journal April 20, 2008--
"There are so many things about Jeremy that I really like. He's shown me respect in a way that I didn't realize even existed. I don't think I've ever been around someone who is more respectful to me than he is. I appreciate that more than he could ever imagine. He makes me happy and he makes me laugh. He doesn't take life too seriously. He has this amazing spirituallity about him when he teaches, but balances it out by turning into Mr. Sarcastic the second he steps out of the church. I can relax with him and be myself. He really does make me want to be better and somehow makes me feel like I do the same for him. He's smart and motivated and ambitious. He takes care of me and does little things that make my day. He knows who he is and is comfortable enough with it that other people's opinions don't matter to him. He's patient with me, even when I'm spazzing out and probably driving him crazy. He's sarcastic and gives me a hard time and actually enjoys it when I give it right back. He doesn't fake anything or try to impress people. He's intellectual, determined, driven. But above all that, he RESPECTS me-- as a person, a woman, an equal, someone's daughter, someone's future mother. And I'll never be able to thank him enough for that."
Over a year and a half later, multiply all of that by 100 and that's how I feel now. I'm so lucky to have Jeremy in my life, and to be able to spend my life with him. Looove him.
And the things that make me love him now (in addition to the previous paragraph)--
He opens every door, everywhere we go, every single time. Still.
He fills up the hot water bottle whenever I don't feel well, and even remembers to put it in the car if he picks me up from work.
He lets me pick the music in the car the majority of the time, even though he doesn't like most of it.
He doesn't tell me what to do.
He lets me make my own decisions and then supports me in whatever I choose to do, even if he doesn't necessarily agree with my choices.
He's a lot more thoughtful than he lets on and he knows what I want before I do. (and usually gets it before I have the chance)
He congratulates me for being smart enough to finally wear a coat, even though he wants to tell me it's about damn time.
He makes me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
He keeps blankets and a heater close.
He knows when I need to eat before I do, and doesn't say anything when I get hunger bitchiness.
He bought dummy bullets for his gun so I could learn to handle it safely without being scared that it might kill me. He also let me tag along on a boys' shooting day so I could learn to shoot.
He's one of the smartest people I know. And only makes me feel dumb every now and then.
He lets me have my own opinions, even when he thinks they are wrong.
He has the bluest eyes you'll ever see.
He loves his parents and will do anything for them.
He has a bigger heart than anyone would ever guess.
He wears a bandana. Or a hoodie over his hat.
When we watch movie previews, we both dance in our seats to the music.
He doesn't let me win when we wrestle. But I usually win anyway because I'm so incredibly strong.
He bakes bread.
He is an incredible writer.
He makes me laugh every single day. Even when I'm trying hard not to or don't let him see that I am.
He still proposed, even after his life was threatened.
The list goes on and on. Basically, I lucked out with this kick-ass dude. I'm a lucky girl.
