We all have a story. Some good, some bad....but we all have a story. Mine is somewhat of a fairytale. I'm a small town girl who found her way to the big city and got a little lost....then I met Charlie. It was as if all my life, any real expectation I had of a boy was destroyed because he was that much more. He was a "good ole boy" from a small town and he swept me off my feet, out of the city and back to his perfect little town where I now reside with him and our dog (Cabela) in our little house with rocking chairs on the front porch. In our marriage I hope to always have the kind of love that makes me want to let him have the last piece of pie, makes me smile when he snores, and makes me happy to fold his underwear. I hope to have beautiful children that make messes and tear at our hearts with every smile. I hope to always have the same unavoidable attraction for one another that gives us something hopeless romantics long for...passion and true friendship. I hope in 50 years we're still wrestling in bed, singing in the kitchen and drinking on the back porch. And lastly, I hope in our marriage that we continue to make each other better people. He is my happy ending. Happy endings don't come a dime a dozen, they are rare and so is our story.