...I'm still in love with my husband. We have been together for a little over ten years and just recently celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. That (along with a nudge from my bestie) got me to thinking about all of our history. We've had so many great memories together that I couldn't highlight them all and a couple rough patches we've made it through that I'd rather not highlight.
The one thing that sticks out to me is the first time he told me he loved me. At the time I ended up feeling horrible but now I think it's sort of funny. We were on vacation at the beach with my parents and brat little brother. When he told me I was so happy because I knew I loved him too. I thought it was such a big deal to say it back and then to think of how he must've felt to say it first not knowing how I would respond, I was overwhelmed. The funny thing is that it wasn't the first time he'd said it. Apparently he'd said it to me the night before and I didn't hear him. At the time I felt so bad because he'd said it and I didn't even acknowledge it. He had to feel awful about that, I'm surprised he even took a chance to say it again, but I'm so glad he did.
Anyway, there's my silly little story. Now please, share your story with me. Where were you when you or your significant other first said those three little words?
