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Me falling in love with Clay (yes, this weekend in particular!)

 This one is dedicated to my amazing, loving husband, Clay!  Clay and I have been together for almost 5 years now, been married for a little over one.  I feel like we are a very unique couple, especially for our age.  We have so many things in common that I am continuing to learn about!  Our relationship is based on God and Love, which is a given, but we continue to grow together spiritually, politically, as pet parents, as cooks, as house cleaners, as anti-materialistics, as experience-lovers, as givers and much more.  My love for Clay continues to grow as I see how much he understands me and that I can tell him things and know that he totally gets it (of course there are those times where I think he doesn't understand anything about me, but those are the stupid things that don't truly matter).

The dirty truth is that Clay has seen me at my lowest, at my worst, and in the moments that I have truly hated myself to the core.  I'm not talking about a bad hair day here.  Clay continues to love me, even though he has seen me raw, exposed and with nothing to offer him whatsoever.  And folks, this is even before we were married.  Clay's love for me has been undying (like his love for WCU football) and I have no doubt that our love may change and mature, but never end.

I am so blessed to have a man that loves me when I continue to fall short of what the world expects, of what God would have me do, of what I want for myself.  He forgives me when I mess up, encourages me when I'm hard on myself, and prays for me, even when I don't think I need it! 

Do you know that Clay cooks for me most nights when he is not working?  Or that he tucks me in every night that he's home?  He vacuums every day he has off, cleans the shower/sink/dishwasher/mops.  Clay fixes blowers, lawnmowers, motorcycles, cars, mixing bowls, computers, antique furniture, closet doors...Clay plants gardens, cans food, works looooong hours, teaches himself how to play the guitar/banjo/piano/harmonica.  My point is that Clay is an amazing man.  Not only for what he does, but for how he loves me with no conditions, unconditionally.

When we have kids, if we have a daughter, I want her to marry someone like Clay.  Someone who makes her happy, wants her to be happy, and loves her no matter what.  Thank you Clay, for being you and for loving this undeserving soul!

Our Wedding Day