It was the weekend of Valentines and sitting next to me was a guy who, until a mere 6 weeks before, I was putting through the ringer in my indecisiveness and fear.

"I miss you" he'd say.
"Thank you" I'd reply.

For weeks he didn't run from my insecurities and nervousness to finally call myself his "girlfriend."

How quickly things changed.

I realized that I didn't want to spend my days without talking to him. And so I did. He promised me he wouldn't play games with me, and he didn't.

I'd never met anyone like him and I'd never been in a relationship that was so straightforward.

I sat next to him on that couch and was surprised by the feelings coming over me. "I love you" I whispered in my heart.

I made the calculated decision not to tell him how I felt until we had been together for 6 months. I was afraid that my heart was going to fast too soon and I didn't want to scare him off.

As he fell asleep on my shoulder and the movie came to a close, I whispered it a little louder, but not loud enough to where he'd be able to hear.

In the days before, I would speak those words into the phone once the dial tone rang out. I never said it before he hung up.

I woke him so he could walk me to my car for the night. And as he walked me to the car, I was so happy. Looking back, those moments have a dream-like feel.

I got into the driver's seat and as he knelt down beside me on the ground, my heart started racing. It must have known what was coming.

He said words which make me chuckle today, but speak volumes to how he felt about me.
"I'm going to tell you something Kerrie, and I don't want you to freak out."

Like I said, I wasn't the best at the whole "accepting his feelings/being a girlfriend" thing.

In that moment, I knew exactly what he was going to say. And I was in no way freaking out. At least, not in the way he expected me to.

"I love you," he said.

I can't describe the relief that washed over me in knowing that he felt the same way. I wasn't alone in this. I'll always be grateful for his courage and openness in that moment.

"You don't have to say it back"
"I love you too" we said at the same time.

I got out of the car and told him I didn't feel like I had to say it back, but that I wanted to. That I had been saying it for days in secret.

From that moment on, I never doubted that we would get married. I truly had never experienced anything like this before. And even now, being married for more than 4 years, I still feel that same surge of love and joy overcoming my heart as I relive this memory.

My love for Wade only grows with each new day. And I'm often brought nearly to tears when I think about this gift God has given me. I love Wade more today than I did that day in the parking lot. I love him more today than I did yesterday. And tomorrow, I will love him even more than that. Love is a choice and I choose him. Every day. For the rest of our lives.

Today I'm joining the blogtember prompt as we share a moment in our lives that we would want to relive. This is at the top of my list. The birth of something beautiful. I love you Wade!