July 11, 2003~~8:48 p.m.
Someday, when I'm dead and he reads this diary, he'll know I meant it.

Sometimes I feel so impossibly in love with this guy I married that it's difficult to believe this is my life. It's not so much that he did anything special today; it's just that for whatever reason, as things sometimes do, it hit me.

If there was one person I was meant to spend my life with, I'm pretty sure I found him. Even if he does just roll his eyes when I tell him so...

~Alice