An ode to my valentine

Well, not an ode exactly, but, well, something...

Matt and I met my sophomore year at BYU. He noticed me in Physics class and asked me out. And then I asked him for the second date the very next night, and then the third for the night after that... Forward? Yes. But I knew what I wanted. And I guess it paid off...
I don't remember exactly when we decided we were going to get married. But we knew we would, and went ring shopping together... He proposed on a clear starry night in February at the reservoir up Provo canyon. He got down on one knee in the snow...
We were married on a beautiful day in June in the Salt Lake Temple. Nearly twelve years later, we are still in love. He is the most wonderful man I know. He makes me so happy.
We can still sit and talk for hours. He still makes me laugh. (Sometimes cry..) We're both very realistic. Marriage is work. And sacrifice. But there's so much reward! So happy Valentine's Day babe, I love ya.