Our first kiss was also the first time Ray ever told me he loved me. He always knew exactly how he felt about me and was never afraid to say it. Me, at the age of 20, I wasn't so sure about my feelings. I needed more time and Ray was always patient with me. Eventually I came around. Of course who wouldn't with a guy like Ray. The first time he told me I was beautiful I had just been in a major biking accident. My face had multiple cuts and scratches and I had a black eye. When my great grandfather died, Ray had flowers sent to my family in California. I had no idea about this until my dad called one day and said, "Who is Raymond?" At this point we were hardly dating. In college I used to wake up to roses on my doorstep. This happened on more than one occasion.
Ray and I hardly have the perfect marriage. If you know us, you know we're both argumentative and stubborn. We fight like cats and dogs because of these similar personality traits. But I've never been sorry, only grateful, that I married such a wonderful person. Some day our girls will read this post and I want them to know how much I love their Dad and how happy I am in our family.
3 comments:
Aw Em, that's such a sweet post. I totally remember you always had those beautiful bouquets of flowers in your room. Ray is such a good guy and you guys are great together. Love you both!
That really is such a sweet post!
This post is beautiful. It honestly made me cry...
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