We didn’t go out for dinner. Or drink champagne. Or have date night.
We had leftover Chinese food at the dinner table. Told our son to stop putting his feed on the table. And managed our elderly food obsessed dog darting under the table for every scrap thrown on the floor.
It feels like we’ve been together for nine years. And I mean that in a good way. We’ve experienced so much together. Loss. Death. Marriage. Births.
We’ve grown together. And I just feel so damn lucky. That you choose me. And continue to choose me.
Lucky also because I continue to be amazed and awed and drawn deeper into love with you.
We have evolved. We are partners. We are parents together. We are raising a family and have built a life together that is more important to me than anything in the world.
I love you fiercely. I still love to kiss you. You have only grown in how beautiful you are to me.
You’re such a strong, hard working, dedicated, determined, thoughtful, hilarious person. We are all lucky you’re in our lives.
Let’s keep doing this until the end of time.
