I took this picture a few moments before saying to myself "I want to marry him".
It was April, just a few months after we started dating, and we were in Alabama for his Grandma's 80th birthday party. As soon as she walked into the room, she ran past the twenty or so other people who traveled out of town to see her, straight into Matt's arms. Throughout our visit that weekend, my preconceived notions of Matt were proven right: he's loyal, caring, thoughtful and honest. I saw how much his family adores him and listened as Grandma told me story after story about her wonderful grandson. (Good PR move, Matt...) This picture is particularly dear to me now, after spending a couple months living with Grandma this summer and falling very in love with her as well.
Today marks two years of being married to this incredible man, a mere drop in the bucket of this life together, I hope. We won't be together until Thursday evening when I tackle him at the airport, so I'm spending today re-watching this a lot and sending him sappy texts.
I love you, Matt!