Post number one. Clean and fresh, like a new day. Hopefully this will remain more constant than my actual journal. I can never seem to pluck up the stamina to actually sit down and write out my daily activities. Perhaps this will be my saving grace for posterity's sake.
This blog is for my memory. Granted, I have a pretty good one as it is, but I want to remember all the small details of every day. I want to remember the little things my fiancée, Blake, does that make me fall in love with him day after day. I want to remember why I love his hands so much, or the way his piercing eyes make me feel. I want to remember what goes through my head when I kiss him, or why I feel so beautiful whenever he kisses my neck. These are for me. These are my memories. Pictures say a thousand words, but words will last forever.
He is my miracle. I met him after many many trials and heartbreaks. No, it wasn't love at first sight. Or even second. But on our first date I knew that that was the last first date I would ever go on. I knew it as we were walking hand-in-hand past the Rexburg temple. I looked at him, and almost cried. I have had so many dreams about my future husband in which I never his identity while I was growing up, and as I looked at him that night, I saw his face in every one of those dreams. Everything fit so perfectly. Blake is the most amazing man I have ever met, or could ever hope to meet. He is my world and my everything. At the end of every day, it seems impossible to me that I could ever love him more than I do at that moment, but the next day I far surpass the limit I had previously set. I have a copious amount of love for that man. It will never run out as long as I live. In this life and beyond.
That's all I have for today. Tomorrow the actual journaling begins.
Until then.
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