Today most people think of Pearl Harbor Day. But today is special for me because it's the day of my first date with Paul, seven years ago. Those with a weak stomach, read no further... I may just get mushy.
After my first date with Paul and I went home and called my Mom, and told her he was the guy I wanted to marry. Eight months later, we were engaged. Paul is everything I always wanted and he continues to surprise me. I am not going to lie and say we never fight. We do. But we definitely never go to bed mad. This last week was difficult for us. My Mother in Law had surgery, and it's always hard to see a loved one sick. We were staying with Paul's Dad (while his Mom was in the hospital), who has always been taken care of by his Mom. Typical guy, doesn't know how to cook, do laundry, clean etc. I was rendered useless with a horrible cold. And Paul completely took over. He did everything from run errands, make the house handicap friendly in preparation ion for his Mother's return, and clean. And he also made enough food to last them for two weeks. He made little lists of what was in the freezer and fridge and exactly how to prepare each one. It just made me realize what a good son he was. I knew he was a great husband and father, but wow. I am a lucky girl. Thanks Paul for the last seven years.
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He's a fine son in law too. I wouldn't trade him for the world.
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