Yesterday Steve took me to drop off and pick up the saturn from the shop. On the way home, I stole a glance at him in the rearview mirror and smiled. I find him to be so attractive between his hair, his freckles, his crooked smile and the way he acts like he doesn’t notice people noticing him. I smiled because he is all mine and he has been for years now.
After dinner, he made me laugh so hard that tears streamed down my cheeks by singing in his best voice while trying not to squint. He twists the top off my beverages for me and carries me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch. I guess it’s not really fair all he does for me, but I’m not complaining. I know people who knew me before I was married would never guess I would stay married for over a month, but here we are, nearing three years and each month I like him more and more. I think I’ve realized I can not live without him.
Some people aren’t lucky like us.
holly pelesky 
It's true. You're blessed.
It makes me so happy for you and Steve that you realize what you have.
Now go and listen to The Luckiest….
Do you know that song?
You might think it is cheezy…but it makes me cry.
And your sweet post made me think of it!
Love
Miz Booshay
Mrs. Boucher,
Yes, I know that song. Steve insisted it be our first dance at our wedding (even though neither of us can dance). I don't think it's a cheesy song at all.
horray… i can leave a comment.
love you guys! he is yours. he was always yours. and you are his. you both are so blessed to have each other. and that carrying you to bed thing. that is maybe the sweetest thing i ever heard.
aww that is sweet holly! you did marry a wonderful man but he is equally as blessed! i love you guys & hope to see you again soon!
love,
anni