This is exactly how I felt 11 years ago today.
I knew it was him the first night I met him, when he stepped on my toes & was apologizing like crazy. There was just something so southern sweet about it all. His geniune concern & the way he turned the whole awkwardness around into a laughable situation & great conversation. I immediately forgot how much my toes hurt & listened to his deep Southern drawl.
I knew within that hour of meeting him, I would marry him.
There was not a doubt in my mind.
Here we are, 11 years later…a mortgage, 2 cars, 3 kids & a dog. Still in love & at least once a month he still steps on my toes.