Before I say goodnight

I can distinctly remember wondering how you would know that you'd found "the one" before I met Nic. People would tell me that I would just know - as if by some magic recognition I would find myself with husband sonar when he came within eyesight. I have seen a lot of movies about love, have heard my fair share of love songs in the last thirty years and I'm pretty sure I've figured out everything I needed to know about what (not) to look for in a husband by following Elizabeth Taylor's matrimonial legacy. Ive come to one sound conclusion: It's all a load of crap.
The way you know he's the one is by experiencing the little moments in life with him, it's by praying ferverently for God to fix your own pitfalls and by the urge you get to lift Him up in prayers just because, it's when he leaves and you're sad that he's leaving but completely secure in knowing that he is going to miss you just as much, it's watching him be a father, it's how he treats his mother - and the number one way you know you've found the one? He's perfectly imperfect and you wouldn't change him for the world (oh, and he gives you most of the bed space)


I have definitely found my The One. I love you Nic