the Mr. who's gunna make me a Mrs.

WARNING: the following post is lovey-dovey and very mushy, but I feel the content is necessary for benefit of this blog…  

…Therefore I’d like introduce you to the gentleman that I will soon be marrying.  This is Kyle: 

(...that cute little baby he's holding is my sweet nephew Jude)

He's handsome, right?  (you don’t have to reply because I already know the answer).

Back in church groups and at school, when I was asked what I wanted in my ideal husband, my list almost always included the following: a man who loves Lord, a man who can make me laugh with his sense of humor, a man who can fix things on his own (a characteristic that I greatly admired in my dad), a man who is thoughtful, a man who is a little quirky, a man I could feel comfortable communicating with, and (of course) a man who I find handsome.  

Little did I know then that God would one day have a random barista working behind the counter at Starbucks who fit everything on my list—a man who more than fit; he consistently exceeds all expectations.

A little bit about my best friend Kyle:

He’s a student and studies creative writing.  More specifically—he’s a poet, and he’s brilliant at it (I am aware of how bias this sounds, but seriously: he’s amazing).  He’ll be graduating just two weeks before the wedding.

He also loves bicycles…(um, love may be an understatement)…When I say love, I mean he dreams at night about crank-sets and handlebars, chain grease might actually be in his blood, and he’d rather be on his bicycle than do almost anything else even if it means a broken collar bone (which he is currently recovering from).  

But THE thing that struck me most about him and really lured me in when we first met was his complete honesty 100% of the time.  He never tried to impress me; he simply told me the truth (I was impressed anyway).  He is one of the few human beings I have yet to meet who never wears a mask.  He is the exact same Kyle everywhere he goes and with everyone he meets.  He is the same in front of me as he is in front of my mother as he is with a complete stranger as he is with his friends.

He is many, many other wonderful things, and almost everyday I find a new characteristic to admire and another quirk in his personality to love.

Of course he’s not perfect, but he is perfect for me.