Last year I wrote this post and I can’t top it. Every word remains true, every emotion, exactly the same.
I love you. I love you more than there are words to express it.
I love that you wrote me a poem for no reason other than you love me.
I love that when I cry at Extreme Makeover Home Edition or a Hallmark Commercial you don’t laugh at me. Instead you squeeze my hand softly and smile the sweetest smile.
I love that when I’m at my worst you tell me: “I may not like you right now, but I will always love you”
I love that you think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world
I love that you make me feel as if I am the most beautiful woman in the world
I love that you made me a mother
I love that you support my dreams and get frustrated with me when I get down on myself
I love that you can still give me butterflies
I love that you buy me stargazer lilies for no reason at all, other than they’re my favorite
I love that after 11 years together, 2 kids, 5 cities and 6 houses you can still surprise me and make me feel like that giddy girl wrapped in your jacket, standing in the cold with the mist shining like diamonds in the moonlight and the steam rising off the river, our breath clouding the air between us as you told me I was the only one you wanted to be with. You can still make my heart skip a beat, my breath catch in my throat and my toes curl.
I Did then, I Do Now, I Will Always.
You are my Prince Charming.
Rusted, Dinged Armor and all.
You are my heart’s deepest wish and my little girl dreams come to life.
We are not perfect, but we are perfect for each other.
Thank you for your love, for your patience, for your laughter, your kindness, your understanding, your humor, your strength and your compassion.
I love you more now than I did then, but not nearly as much as I will tomorrow.
Forever and For Always.
Happy 8th Anniversary
From your very blessed wife,
Picture taken by me of my rings