Today is our anniversary. We’ve been hit with a nasty flu bug that has made us achey-breaky this week, and if I could somehow rip out my own throat, I probably would, but we’re together, side-by-side, working towards our future and dreams. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
From our first date to our wedding day may have been a mere 74 days, but I wouldn’t change anything about ‘our’ story for anything in the world.
I am so thankful for all that you are and all that you do for me and for all of us. I appreciate and love you beyond my feeble abilities to articulate those feelings here.
I love being with you and married to you.
And I love that you love me even more the fatter and funnier I get as the years pass. That fact alone makes you the shiz-nizzle!
P.S. Thank you again for such a delicious dinner (Gluten-Free Shrimp Alfredo!!) and for serving it to me even in all of my unbathed, make-up free, fatter-than-the-chick-you-married flu-ish glory. You da bomb.