Being Jason's Wife...

June 6th 2010 (The luckiest wife ever known)

I guess what this post is about, is to express how fortunate and grateful I am to know I am married to the most amazing man in the world, and my best friend. Jason is for me, PERFECT. I don't feel for one bit that I am exaggerating when I say that either. I know most people will say that this happy lovey feeling in the beginning will eventually get less with time or even fade away, but I don't care and don't believe that for one second for me and Jason. I have a burning desire to be with him and it will never diminish or lessen. He gives me the strength to make it through everyday. He is my true love and my real life's Prince Charming. I will always love him and this is only the beginning of our long eternal journey together. I can't wait to be with him again. I cannot truly say I am happy right now, but I am to an extent. Being away from him as I have, has been the worst and hardest thing I've ever had to do. Every morning I wake up and have to realize the fact that when I open my eyes, he won't be there, it pains my heart to the very core. He has my whole heart, and that's who I want to have it. Jason, If you ever read this, I love you. I love you more than these words could ever describe, and if I had one last breath to breathe, I would use it to tell you I love you. You are my other half. Always and Forever baby! I promise you.

Some things I love about this man...

His love for me.
His love for the gospel.
His devotion to do what's right.
His laugh that always makes me smile inside.
The way he looks at me.. everytime.
When he says "I love you." he always makes sure it sounds like he means it and I know he does.
The way I feel his love.
His happines for being alive and breathing.
His positive attitude and outlook on every situation.
His strong spiritual and physical nature.
His love for children and the desire to be a wonderful father.
His acts of being an amazing husband and companion.
He is my best friend.
He makes me cry... in a good way.
He makes me laugh...everyday.
He rubs my feet when they hurt.
The way he always has to make sure I'm smiling even when I don't want to.
The way he treats those around him.
The way he looks when he wakes up.
The way he prays.
His hands.
His eyes.
His arms around me.
The way he holds me through the whole night.
When we wake up, he always says I love you and good morning beautiful.
The way he starts to cry when we get off the phone.
The way he writes me letters and lets me know how much he misses me.
The way I am still somehow happy even being away from him, just because I know how stong our love is.
The way he kisses me. ( perfect and breathtaking each one)
The way he picks me up and holds me.
The way he smells.
The way he sings.
His voice.
His touch.
His protective and manly traits.  & finally...

The fact that I can't ever think of one; even one miniscule thing about him, that I don't love.


I know that's not even close to how many there really are, but it's a start. <3