Him

Ten years ago, I walked down a grassy, makeshift wedding aisle carrying two freshly-cut garden blooms. There was no music. Only a handful of eyes were upon me.

One set of eyes mattered.

They were blue and sparkling under long black lashes. They were above a smile that cracked cheeks into the deepest of dimples.

He cleaned up nicely, as I'd told him during the photos.

That was the first day of my life with my husband, although he was not yet my husband that day. But I think we both knew that there was something there, whatever it was, that would draw us together.

Whatever it is, it's kept us together.

Craig is either very smart or very tolerant. He lets me have my way most of the time. He lets me be a brat.

He seems to love me anyway.

And that, besides his giving spirit and his dimples, is why I love him.

Happy Birthday Craig.