I woke up today and looked at my husband (once my eyes adjusted after at most 4 hrs of actual sleep), and realized how extremely lucky I am. He could have had any girl, and he chose me. Sometimes I don't understand why I am so blessed, I'm not anything special, I'm no the best person in the world. I don't remember to read my scriptures everyday. I often forget to pray. I don't go to the Temple every week. I swear sometimes when I'm angry or frustrated. I get moody and emotionally over irrational things. I'm not successful, I only just started up school again last semester. I don't have any incredible talents. I never have done anything to change anyone's life. But Taylor loves me. He takes care of the laundry every week. He tells me every day how beautiful and amazing I am to him. He cuddles with me and listens to my problems. He builds me up and compliments me on the smallest things. He works hard so we can save money and be prepared. He does the dishes when I make dinner, I don't have to ask him for help he's just there doing it. He finds my exact pair of jeans that tore the night before and buys them for me so I don't have to go a day with out my favorite pair. He takes care of me when I have my stupid allergy attacks. He finds T.V. shows that may be super nerdy but he knows I'll like and watches them with me. He prays with me, and supports me in my calling and my education. He considers my feelings, and thinks about me all day. He sends me sweet texts and takes me out to lunch when he knows I'm having a slow day. I love Samuel Taylor Robinson more than anything, and I am so blessed to get to keep him forever. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I must have done SOMETHING right.
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