There are many stories I could tell about my wonderful husband, but the one I have chosen is how we first met. I was in third grade when the teacher introduced a new little boy to the class. He had on short white pants and a white shirt, and looked a great deal more dressed up than any of the other little boys who wore much more casual attire, so some of them began to giggle. The girls, however, were thrilled. My best friend at the time leaned over to me and said, "oh, he is cute!" I very confidently replied, "He's mine", and so he was.
He did tell me later that he had to fight several of those little boys before they figured out he wasn't a sissy, no matter how he was dressed.
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