Six years of wedded bliss.
Thirteen years of being in love.
It has been an amazing adventure with you.
As each year passes, my love for you is stronger.
Our life is nothing what I pictured at nineteen.
It is far better.
Our life is magic, babe.
Let me take a moment to say what you do not hear enough throughout the year.
For loving me unconditionally.
For reminding me constantly God is in control.
For working hard to provide us with this beautiful life.
For cooking with attention and detail.
And, for being the ultimate grill master.
For always, always, always being there for Noah and I.
For being an exceptional father.
For cleaning the toilets and cleaning the dishes.
For rubbing my swollen feet every. single. night.
For reminding me to never lose my sense of adventure with you.
For grocery shopping, making lunches, and fixing my car.
For always having time to play soccer and being silly pirates with Noah.
(You have no idea how full this makes my heart.)
For making me laugh with your ever so witty one-liners.
For staying calm and cool even at the most crazy of times.
For dreaming big and crazy with me.
For encouraging me to never give up until I have reached the stars.
For being my partner-in-crime in this journey of parenthood.
It has been challenging.
But, oh my word, it ROCKS!
(Five weeks, babe. Before we welcome our second love. We got this.)
Most of all, thank you for being my husband and best friend.
I am unsure of what I did to deserve you.
But, I owe the big man upstairs a major shout out.
(Thank you, God, for blessing me with my forever guy.)
I lub you, B.
More than I can put into words.
Happy Anniversary, my love.