Exactly 10 years ago, this guy married me. I'm honestly not sure he knew what he was getting into. My shoe-hoarding habit creeps over to his side of the closet and he doesn't complain. He helps me clean up after ridiculous theme parties, even when it's a girls night he's not invited to. He cleans out the shower drain every day because it repulses me, even though odds are good it's my own hair. He even lets a pig live IN our house - not because it's a lifelong dream of his, but simply because it brings me pure joy.
We have had so many adventures together, and I am so thankful for every single one of them.
Here's a flashback to this day 10 years ago:
I know, it's only been 10 years - not necessarily a huge amount of time in the grand scheme of things, and we still have so much more to experience - but I couldn't have a better person next to me along for the ride, and I am so very grateful for that.
People ask me constantly which one of my romance books is about him. Honestly... NONE of them. He's the love story I could never write because no one would believe it. Real life with him is better than any fiction I've read, and I am so very excited for another 10 years.