Which just really made me feel like an old bag…
But anyway, the Hubster just brought up the night he proposed. He was reminiscing about how after I said, yes I asked him this: “Wait, will you still want to be married to me, when I’m old? What if I get fat? Will you love me then?”
So, now it’s laughable. However, I do recall me feeling like an insecure little girl that night. Now I look at my life, I’ve got a great house, A great family, and it’s been a great thirty years!
I take this post and dedicate to my husband.
I love you. That is all.
P.S. I didn’t get fat, you did. ;)