Another treasure...

I found another treasure in Micah's bible the other day.

That's my name there on a notecard.  (Yes, I used to sign my name with a halo above it.  I even put the halo on my driver's license signature when I was eighteen.  Man, I was obnoxious back then.  But I've totally grown out of that.  Totally.  Well, probably.  Or maybe.  Surely?  Actually, probably not.  Okay, definitely not.  Alright, I'm still totally obnoxious.  Sorry.) 

We were in the same Sunday School class in high school (which was actually taught by Micah's dad.  Isn't that precious?), and every week we drew names for a person to pray for during the week.  Apparently Micah drew mine one week and decided to keep it in his bible.  For approximately ten years or so.

Even after all this time, Micah continues to surprise and dazzle me.  He truly is the best man I've ever known.  Plus, he's handsome.  And smart and funny.  And he runs with me so I don't get murdered.  (I may or may not have an irrational fear that someone's going to jump me from behind while I'm running.)  And he pumps my gas for me.  And he snuggles with me even when he doesn't want to.

So I can't really help but love him.  Thank goodness he loves me back. (Even in spite of my obnoxiousness.)