...i love you

photo taken by sheena jibson

I walked down the halls of BYU-Idaho and caught a glimpse of you. My heart skipped a beat and i couldn't stop smiling. I could see in the way you walked that you were excited to see me too. Your steps looked more like bounds as you walked towards me, smiling. I thought that I loved you then.

Remember that night we spent all evening together? You went home around midnight and immediately called me. We hadn't had our fill of each other yet. We didn't stop talking until it was time to get ready for class the next morning. I hung up and the phone instantaneously rang. "I forgot to say one thing," you said "I love you!" I melted. I thought I loved you then.

We were on our way to St. George to spend the week with my family at the condo. You proposed. My heart started beating too quickly and I had to tell myself to calm down. "OF COURSE!" was my answer. I thought that I loved you then.

It was the big day. You looked beautiful to me. You were the only one I could see. I couldn't help but stare at you and smile. I was so happy and felt incredibly lucky. Married for time and all eternity sounded just about perfect to me. I thought that I loved you then.

Last night, I peaked in the baby room. There you were, one kid on each knee reading a book. Our cute little girl was cuddled up under your neck and the boy was sitting looking like a mini-you, idolizing his daddy. Tears welled in my eyes as I watched you be a fabulous father. So patient and kind. I'm in love with you, J. I couldn't love you more than I do now. (But...I have said that before, haven't I?)