Take a Peek at the Parker's: Credit where Credit is Due

It was nearing the end of my Kindergarten year as me and my fellow classmates were going through the year book picking out who has coodies and who was as cute as Zack Morris (with his brick of a phone). And there he was, Justin Parker. He was soooo dreamy and cute even though he was a grade above me and I had actually never met him. Mainly because he had the last name as me, but his big brown eyes sucked me in. As all of my friends were pointing and laughing as I drew hearts around his picture, I knew he was going to be mine (I was 6 people c'mon!) After school I peeked back into my year book to doodle just one more thing and no lie as this is what I wrote, "My futer huzban." Who knew almost 10 years later he was the one I was calling my boyfriend! Now almost 8 1/2 years after that we are still happily together.

Sure we have been through hell and back a time or two, but in the end we grew up, grew wiser and grew more in love. He is my rock. I might not tell him thank you enough or that I love him, but I want him and everyone who ever may read this that I am utterly grateful for all that you do, have done, and will ever do for me. You have been there at my weakest moments and my most memorable. You have dealt with my estrogen highs of yelling at you because the shower curtain wasn't pulled back all the way. You have patiently waited for me to get off the phone when a, "What year is your car?" question turns into a 2hr long convo. When we had our 1st baby boy, Cohen. I was barley 20 and you were a 21. both of us were scared, but you stood by my side and said reassured me everything was going to be ok! The moment they pulled him out I can still remember the one man tear rolling down your right cheek as you weepingly said, "He's perfect!" From that day on I knew I wanted to be with you till the good ol' golden years where we can sit on our front porch listening to our grandkids shooting deer, riding 4-wheelers, and sipping on a glass of sweet ice tea!