Fifteen Years

That's how long I've been a Mrs.

And despite my disinclination to public displays of loverly affection I thought I'd share a few of the reasons John Cliff got me to marry him, even without an official proposal.

He hates it when I say that...

Back in olden times, when I was a young woman in the Laurel class at church we made a list of qualities we'd like in our future spouse. I'm not sure why this activity made me wince, but it did and still does. I did it anyway (and I think I've inflicted it on similarly enthusiastic young ladies). Sorry.

Anyway, fast forward several years, a mission to Italy and tossed ring later and I'm engaged. At some point I came across that list and was not wholly surprised to see John in nearly every point, right down to "blue-green eyes and dark hair."

Eerie. But nice.

Which is the number one reason I married John: he is nice. He knows who my friends are and actually talks to them when they call or stop by. He likes my family.

He likes movies with stupid guy humor that make me crazy. He goes to those movies alone but will come see a chick flick with me.

He likes Indian food. He makes lasagna with bechamel for me.

He is smart. And cute. And funny.

He laughs at my dorky jokes. He makes dorkier jokes and knows it. He starts hollering like a maniac before the roller coaster even moves, just for fun.

He is equally comfortable in theme parks and museums. He doesn't mind touring historic houses. He likes beautiful things.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

Happy Anniversary...