I haven’t said this in a little while, but I am so ridiculously head-over-heels in love with my husband that sometimes I feel like my heart might actually explode inside my chest.

After 7.5 months of marriage, I didn’t think it would be possible, but he is actually smarter, funnier and better looking than the day I kissed him at the St. Patty’s party two years ago. He thinks he’s gotten rounder in the midsection, but I don’t see growing love handles.

The only things I see growing are his patience, generosity, and courage.

Right now he is in the middle of a 17-hour shift at the Oklahoma Halfway House. He’s been picking up as many doubles and as much overtime as he can while we wait for his financial aid to come through and for him to start clinicals at the hospital. This guy works hard for his soon-to-be growing family. And at home, he takes out the garbage, pays the bills, makes dinner, does the laundry, mows the lawn, feeds the dogs, cleans up after them in the backyard, and fills up the car with gas.

Makes me sound a little lazy, no?

I don’t know if I do enough to live up to his expectations of a wife and partner, but he has far surpassed and exceeded anything I imagined would happen after exchanging rings. Forget about $200 million dollars. Winning the husband lottery is way better.

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