Wondelfur.

that, my dearests, is "wonderful" in the ranguage (created in the white house that is now a beautiful new park called Joaquin Park in sunny provo on 400 East, with Doc Noonan and Taylor G-squared). it's actually quite fun, switching all of your l's for r's and vise versa. Go ahead, try it. You'rr rove it! It was our attempt to make an asian accent.

And you know, sometimes things just sound better when you use the ranguage. Like my favorite word, WONDELFUR. And today the definintion of that word is PERRIS RAYMOND:

and here he is in all his glory. in the place he feels most at home. Farm. Wisconsin. With a hunting hat on.

He went to Relief society with me today (lucky duck am I to have my Brother Kusilek in the singles ward who gets special priviledges like that!). He made me popcorn last night. He went to the farmers market with me on matching red rented bikes yesterday. He rode down to Utah lake with me. He lets me sit and think when I can't explain how I feel or am being a brat. He apologizes without hesitation when I've got my feelings hurt. He is just wondelfur. I can't even express it. You know that saying that behind every great man there is a great woman? Well in my case that's a bunch of crap. because he is the best. I don't think I can quite explain it to you since I'm married to him and you're not, but you've gotta trust me on this one. Basically the only thing that drives me nuts is when he picks his nose, but I've accepted that now. Okay, and when he doesn't shut the bathroom door. BUT SERIOUSLY that's it. And that doesn't even matter because we probably won't get boogars or make yucky smells in heaven!! So we're talking goodness, folks. PURE goodness.

And that makes me one blessed woman. Can I get an Amen.