So here it is… all the mush, all the sap(p?), all the gushy, lovey-dovey, make you want to vomit stuff that I love about Will Rudisill.
That he’ll probably forget our anniversary, but knows the color options for a 1972 Corvette (or any other year for that matter).
He really won’t forget our anniversary.
He is confident.
He is strong-willed, but not big-mouthed.
He has steely grey blue eyes.
I love the shape of his lips.
He loves Dumb and Dumber too.
He is strong, but not unyielding.
He is kind.
He is level-headed and doesn’t give in to my emotional spasms (while in the midst of an emotional spasm sometimes I find this equally lovable and annoying).
He is patience.
He takes what I say so seriously, and yet, he doesn’t 
He doesn’t make me sit through movies that scare me or upset me. And he doesn’t think I’m lacking for being that way.
He is honest. He is so bad at lying and its so obvious he doens’t even try. This is one of my favorites about him.
I love kissing him (Don’t go all “ewww ” on me! You like kissing your husband or fiancee too. If you don’t, stop reading this immediately and go work that one out.)
He drove a blue S10 when we met (he just wrecked it!) I like he can drive a truck and doesn’t feel like it has to be a symbol of his manhood.
Steve McQueen and Cary Grant are his favorite actors.
He has a way of looking at me that makes my knees wobbly and yet I could run to him in the same moment.
He is secure.
When he says I’m beautiful, he says it for my benefit, not his.
He’s a good driver.
I love him. I love him. I cannot wait to be his wife. I find myself wanting to love him better and more and more learning how to do that for his sake, not mine. Its hard, but for the first time I’m understanding the difference.
70 days!
