I ponder some times what I might have done to be rewarded with a husband like him. However, all of the sudden that question becomes a mute point. It really does not matter what I did to get such a husband, what matters is that I have him and I will love him until the day we die, and then longer. The more time I spend with him, the more I look at him, his smile, the twinkle in his eyes, the strawberry blond curls, and every single small and big thing he does. Every day I fall in love with him more and more, and believe me, it is possible.
Love is infinite, therefore, it can continue growing.
After all we have all eternity to keep on growing and expanding, and so does love.