We needed more space for information, so here is page 2.
This is where she talks about him...
Ooo, so this is where I get to write about him. You know him, that astoundingly handsome man I got to have my picture taken with and spend the rest of my life with? The one who makes me smile when I hear his garage door open because I know it means he’s home. The one who sends me text messages while I’m at the grocery store just to let me know he loves me and he’s thinking about me. Yeah, him.
I have to admit, I don’t remember what he was wearing the first time I saw him 8 1/2 years ago (though he has an uncanny ability to remember everything I was wearing at key moments), but I do remember as soon as I saw him, I knew him. I can’t really explain it any other way, but I knew him. We had no problem being friends back then, there was an easy familiarity between us from the start.
We worked together 3 years, then I quit to work from home. We kept in touch over the years, and sometimes there were a few chance crossings of paths. (Go on, ask him about Wal-Mart, I dare you.)
At some point, this man decided he wanted to date me. Huge flowers delivered to my work, a picture he’d made for me, an apple brought over on his lunch, and a jewelry box he’d made me entirely by hand. Yeah, he really wanted to date me. I kept putting him off for about six months, but I soon discovered just what’s meant by that phrase “As stubborn as an Irishman”. This Irishman is the most stubborn man I have ever known. For six months he kept asking me to go out with him before I finally broke down and told him I’d go out to dinner and a movie with him.
So, well, one thing led to another, and now the man wants to marry me. My wonderful, handsome, passionate, intelligent Irishman wants me to share his life with him. I have to confess, there’s no more overwhelming thought to me than to think this man--who makes me swoon just by looking at him--loves me. He’s taught me the value of love, and what it means to be loved. He gives me the most precious of gifts every time he wraps his arms around me and tells me he loves me. He makes me a better person just by being the person he is. He challenges me to grow as a person while accepting me with no questions asked for my faults. He dries my tears when I cry, and tickles me until I laugh and squirm so hard I fall off the furniture. He hugs me, and kisses me and tells me he loves me in this deep, quiet voice that sends chills down my spine.
He’s my world, my heart, the love of my life. I don’t need to look for heaven, I know exactly whose arms to find it in, and I am the luckiest woman alive to have found it.
To read what he says about her go to page 3.