my belief in big, meant-to-be love. Mr. Yes was loving with me even when we hadn’t eaten for 15 hours, he’d had one hour of sleep on the plane and our luggage was lost. He cheerfully hung out with strangers while I did my maid of honor duties. He kissed an arc from one shoulder to the other and told me I was beautiful in my strapless gown when I was lamenting my pec muffintops. He wouldn’t eat wedding cake unless I fed it to him, asked me to slowdance and held me close all night. He put up tents, checked fuses, hooked dresses, found keys, had brunch with my ex, calmly accepted three death threats on my behalf and after traveling all day and missing dinner on Tuesday, he came back for more goodbye kisses and wants to see me tomorrow night.
I could happily wake up next to this man every day of my life.
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