The butterfly effect

Fourth grade. I asked you to the end of the year picnic via a check yes or no note. When you came up to me to tell me your answer I remember the feeling of butterflies in my stomach before your mouth formed the word yes.

Sophomore year. We went to the Homecoming dance together, and when you walked me to the door I remember feeling those same butterflies return, wondering if that was night we'd become more than friends.

Summer of 2004. We had talked briefly, but I wasn't ready for the chemistry when we hung out that first night. Those butterflies were back when you leaned downed and kissed me, and it felt like coming home.

Three years ago today. The butterflies were in full force. Not because I was nervous, but because I was so excited to become your wife. The fluttering quieted as I walked down the aisle - all I saw was you. I was crying the happiest tears, and I can't even describe what I was feeling, except as...everything, all at once. I won't ever forget it.

Happy anniversary to the man who still gives me butterflies.