Mike.

I don't really know how t o start this blog post except for Chelle, you may not want to read it. Its one of those lovey mushy gushy ones.

Mike is the best person ever. He is perfect for me. He is laying in bed next to me and all I can do is think of how lucky I am to have him for forever. I am so lucky I get to go to bed with him every night. I get to hold him or be held by him every night. I get to hold his hand while we drive in the car to the grocery store, or to Ogden, or any of our other adventures. I am lucky enough to be the woman he hugs and kisses when he gets home. I get to read scriptures with him every night before bed. I get to be the one who tickles him. I get to be the one who hides from him to scare him when he comes around the corner. I get to make dinners with him. I get to take walks with him around the block. I get to be the one he tries to make laugh. I am lucky enough to be the one who sees every side of his personality. I wish I could somehow convey with words how much he means to me and how much I love him. I am so lucky. He puts up with me, and he loves me. He probably won't read my blog, but if he does.. I love you Mike.