I thought I loved him when we met in fourth grade and he was such a cute freckled face boy.
It felt like love when he was a muscular football player in high school.
I knew it was love as our marriage brought six beautiful babies that he cradled,sung to,played with and paced the floor with when they couldn't sleep.
I was so grateful for the deep love we had developed as career, teenagers,and life pulled us this way and that.
An adoring love made me watch with awe as he served as a church leader for 30 years, always sitting on the stand.
My frantic love willed him to get well after heart attacks but especially lying in that bed after bypass surgery.
Sentimental love has seen us through thick and thin. Travel together deepened the love we already had. Date night and being his #2 priority helped keep it strong.(I have always known The Lord came first and I came second...which is how it should be.)
This mission love is the best by far. Shoulder to shoulder, serving day after day is the best. We come last and that is OK. Back to basics as far as living conditions, which is fun. Falling into bed exhausted every night, but together. Meetings together,inspecting cars together, laughing at cooking together in our three pans and finally buying 4 more dinner knives so every missionary we feed at our "pad" can have one.....this is true love. He sang "when I fall in love" this morning while he was taking a shower and I was in the bedroom getting dressed. Homemade oatmeal pancakes just for me. I am one lucky girl.
I love you, Elder Taggart and I don't care who knows it!!!
Happy Valentine's Day
Sister Taggart
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