Seven years later and I can still remember the story of where we began. The shy and humble man I now call my husband chased me down until I finally caved and let him in to get to know all the most vulnerable parts of me. Things were simple when we were just getting to know each other. We were giddy in love with butterflies in our stomachs at the thought of one another. You know what I’m talking about. It’s the kind of giddy where you wait by the phone for his calls {or texts}. The kind of giddy...