Hubby

I love my husband. And I am in possession of his great love, which I am so undeserving of.

No, but really. I don't say that in an attention-seeking way. I mean I am simply confounded by the capacity of Reid's love.

I ask you, what young man would marry his love just a few months after meeting? How many men do you know with that much confidence and courage? What young man would use his precious leave time to fly halfway across the country for the funeral of his new wife's father, whom he has significantly less than a high opinion of? What man would sit respectfully through a two hour funeral service IN LATIN and pick up a shovel to help bury his new wife's father, in his dress clothes, in the Oklahoma summer heat?

My husband, that's who. I mean it when I say the rest of the world will have to settle for second best, because I found the best man in the world.

A less that idyllic honeymoon? To say the least. But who could imagine a more solid confirmation of unconditional love, respect, and support?

I cannot express my gratitude to God for Reid. My heart bursts with pride to call him my husband.