I know, I know. How could that possibly be difficult for the woman who (as my Husband so eloquently put it) "Never met a proposal (she) didn't like"? (funny, isn't he?). I think that's precisely why it's difficult. I've been in love many times (obviously). Some didn't even include a proposal so you can imagine the number! But looking back, and yes this is going to sound cheesy, none of them was what I would call Real Love. Until John.
He is the first one I've ever really... chosen. Others were puppy love, or love that evolved more because that was the direction it should go rather than it being the direction I/we really felt it going. Others I felt more swept away by and caught up in. But John, John I chose. From the very first moment we met. And I keep on choosing him, every day, in every way. And I'm very lucky he chooses me too.
(I'll tell the story of how we met another time)
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