Just a Note to Brag

I want to take some time to celebrate this guy-- Andrew Boggan. 

He is my love, my best friend, my chef, my everything. He wears so many hats without even being asked to. There's no pressing reason to talk about him today, I just feel it needs to be done. His good deeds should be acknowledged for others to see. I try to always say thank you and make sure he knows that I understand and appreciate how much he does for me and us. But he's not the type of guy to talk himself up. So I'll do it for him :)

He's a wonderful son.

A great friend.

The best fiance

A great place to lay your head.

Perfect movie date. He lets me ask questions and usually doesn't get annoyed.

Gives the best kisses and therefore receives many in return.

He loves the furbabies. He rescued this dude from a certain death.

He's passionate and intense, but only when the time calls for it.

A wonderful cook who enjoys not only cooking, but providing for friends and family.

You may or may not be familiar with mine and Andrew's story. We've known each other for a little over 5 years now. We met at Outback and made fast friends. We were young (I was 22 and he was 19!) and going with life and lived as roommates (totally platonic) for about a year and a half. Life carried on, he moved out and we were always friends with a special connection. Then about 2 years ago life changed. Crummy situations ended and new, better doors were opened. He gave me space and time and let me know he was there when I was ready. 'But why risk such a great friendship?!' I thought. He knew well before I did that this was it, and it was real. I was content in our strong friendship, the many nights we spent together playing pool, watching movies, cooking dinner, just hanging out. I was older now but still so naive. Deep down I knew it was more than friendship, but for some reason I wasn't ready to take it all in.

Months passed with us spending nearly every night together, growing closer. One day I took Sidney to the dog park and she drank some stagnant water and hours later became grossly, violently sick. In the midst of dog yuck every where, all I could think of was 'I wish Andrew was here. I need Andrew. A hug from Andrew would make me feel better.' For some reason, my dog being sick was my breaking point. In that moment everything changed. I knew he was the person for me and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I met him at Bumpers later that night and pretty much from there on out we were a couple, and the happiest that I believe either of us have ever been.

From there, I guess the rest is history. We had already been roommates and had known each other so long it was like hitting the fast forward button on our relationship. There were no weird, awkward get to know you dates. I didn't have to pretend to always wear makeup or act like the perfect lady. Because of our friendship he already loved me for who I am. And for that, I love him more than some little blog will ever express.

So here we sit, a little over 2 months out from our wedding. We are neck deep in plans, centerpieces, meetings, fittings, tastings. I'm starting to stress about the little things (and the big ones), wondering and worrying how things will all play out. Then I take a step back and remember that it doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter how the party plays out, how the dancing goes, how the food tastes, or any other details. 

The only thing that matters at the end of the day is this man and our marriage. I will be his wife, his partner, his chef, his love and his best friend, forever. And personally, I couldn't think of a better way, or a better person to spend my eternity with.