Eleven Years!

Wait, 11 years?! Does that make us old or something?

Sam is such a good person. I wait for him to get home just like the kids do. We follow him around the house. Basically I am his puppy but he treats me like a queen. Last night he listened to me complain about feeling large and uncomfortable while he gave me a back scratch. For an hour. If that doesn't describe true love, I don't know what does. People have told us that we are "relationship goals" and I laugh because it is all Sam. If he weren't so good, patient, kind, and sweet then we would be no where near where we are now. Being married to Sam is easy. I love him so much.