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Day 3: Your first love.

Taylor Hanson. No, really, I loved him. I spent hours planning out how we would meet and how we would live our happy life out in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I would follow him around the country living out of the tour bus, and we would eventually settle down and have several blonde haired children. What a dream.

He must've been heart broken when he found out I was taken. He appropriately married a girl named Natalie and they have four beautiful children- likely blonde haired.

I think there are all kinds of first loves. I had a love in High School whom I think taught me a lot about relationships of all kinds. How to be a hard worker, how to be a respectful child and how to be a loyal friend. He is still a dear friend, and I'm grateful to him for helping to instill those values in me.

However- my first true, passionate and unconditional love is my husband. What a wonderful feeling. I have never loved as I love my husband. I have never let anyone see all the yuck that he has seen of me. I have never known such a man. He has taught me tenfold about honesty, committment & forgiveness- true forgiveness. Love's a crazy thing- and it's not as complicated when it's real. I love him. In every sense of the word. Shall I go on? Probably not. But I just looooooooove him!

Chamblee. My first born= A new kind of love. Don't even get me started. The first love that I can look at and be brought instantly to tears. My first pure and innocent love. My baby girl.

See? Tears.

Ugh. Enough!

Until Next Time,

The Guff