Anyone hear the song “Tailor Made”? I like to think she meant Taylor….like my Taylor. This post is dedicated to why I love my husband and why everyone should appreciate him like I do. Let’s start by saying he doesn’t have a mohawk anymore… I always wondered why God put us together on the VERY first day at ACU. Really? Is that a joke? I had a super-great plan about finding the man of my dreams somewhere along the way but not dating seriously until my senior year at the earliest. Lo-and-behold I met him through his ex-girlfriend through our parents through Harding University’s social clubs. (It’s a long story)…

Well, as it turns out, nothing funny happened at work. I actually just ended up crying a lot. Are you one of those people who waits forever, bottles everything, and ends up bawling for hours? Yea…me either… yikes. Life is frustrating to me. Why am I given certain qualities and standards when no one else is? I guess sometimes it turns out good but right now I’m frustrated. For some reason I wasn’t athletically-inclined. I’m not talented in an arena where I can participate with other people. One of my talents instead is efficiency. Are you kidding me? “I can’t go play volleyball with you, but I can enter data…

I have learned throughout the years that if I will actually write my thoughts out, mom (or now Taylor) won’t have to say “Mommy’s ears are tired” but I still process information. So here we go – we’re giving this a try. So I am now 103 days, 2472 hours, or 148320 minutes into married life. There are so many things that no one tells you before you get married. I don’t know if it is a conspiracy, a big “April Fool’s” or what. Everyone decides to keep details to themselves and let you be surprised on your own. Marriage, really though, is incredible. One thing no one tells you…