My boyfriend lived in New Jersey and I lived in Chicago. Six months after we began dating, he invited me to be his guest at a wedding in Atlantic City. Tom bought and sent me three dresses and a plane ticket to join him.  I chose a beautiful royal blue dress and I began my search for the perfect shoes to go with it. I packed the perfect dress and the perfect shoes for the reception. Of course I packed plenty of other options as well. 

Just as I was walking out the door to head to the ceremony, the strap on my "perfect shoes for the perfect dress" broke. Never once did he say, "You have 14 other pair of shoes to choose from." Instead he took off his suit jacket and dashed down the boardwalk in 95+ degree temps to find me a replacement pair of shoes. He returned with a pair of shoes that looked nothing like those I had bought to go with the dress, they were a size too large, and he brought me a safety pin. I was able to safety pin the shoe strap enough to get through the ceremony, and when we got to the reception, I kicked off my perfectly pinned strappy silver sandals and danced all night barefooted. It is also worth mentioning he had taken a few ballroom dance classes, and we were on the floor for every dance! 

I knew he was a guy who would always understand that if it was important to me, it was important to him, and he would go to the ends of the earth or the boardwalk to make me happy. We have been married just over four years now, and he still continues to make my happiness his priority. 

Kim