A few days ago, Hannah stumbled upon a photo of the Husband and I from our wee early days as a married couple. Incredulous, she blurted out, "Wow. You MARRIED that guy?"
I laughed, maybe a little too hard, and then pointed out the error of her ways.
You see, it's not supremely surprising that I married the skinny, quiet, smart gymnast that was the Husband so long ago. After all, he was handsome, thoughtful, and hopelessly in love with me.
What's more amazing is that HE married this:
God bless the poor ignorant fool. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.