Four years ago today I married my beloved (and six years ago today we first met!).
I was nervous.
We both were.
And we kissed.
And then I cried.
And cried some more.
It was beautiful.
I felt beautiful.
You were beautiful. You are beautiful.
We both were. And are still…even though I know we’d both kill for those waistlines now!
And kissed more.
But didn’t dine…
Though we ate cake!
And did silly things.
And then packed our bags and left on a jet plane.
It was such a beautiful, memorable day. One that I will never forget. Nor will I ever forget the love and kindness that surrounded us by our friends and family. But that day doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. I didn’t need all the hoopla to know that you love me.
I’m grateful that I still see it every day when you…
do the dishes.
rock Boogie back to sleep.
rub my feet…and I know they’re not pretty…
clean out the cat box.
stay up late to not let the sun go down on our anger…
and then have enough joy in your heart to laugh when we realize all that time we actually agree…
say “uh huh” at all the right times during my periods of incessant chatter
…so like, all the time…
and let me, be me. Even though it’s always evolving.
I love you so much honey. From the depths of my being.