Yes...I used a Muppet analogy...would you expect anything less?
The night Johnathan asked me to married him I knew I was making the right decision to say yes. Yes, the moment was amazing and fantastic and very us (he called me a jerk moments before he proposed) but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was making the right decision. I may have giggled like an idiot and forgotten to say yes at first but it has nothing to do with hesitation...it had everything to do with the moment. I knew I was saying yes to the right guy.
He lets me be smart.
I've always been the smart kid. But because of my gender outside my family smart and female wasn't always a good thing. In my family whenever someone told my mom or Daddy that I was pretty they always always always immediately replied with, "she's also very smart." I learned very early that looks while nice, smarts were nicer. I was very very very lucky to marry a man who agreed.
In my teens I dated a guys who not only didn't appreciate that I could in fact be more intelligent but didn't actually like it. Or at the very least that's the impression he gave me. Then Johnathan happened. And suddenly my intelligence was not only valued like it was in my family but it was encouraged. The most attractive to him about me was and still is my brain.
I married the right guy.