Dearest Husband, I am the luckiest of the lucky. I might not have given you a second glance eighteen years ago when you first said my name, but it didn’t take me long to figure out that you’re pretty much perfect. Sometimes I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the fact that we’ve been together for more than half my life.
Thank you for sticking with me every single day, no matter how many times I talk too loud or forget to give the dog her medicine or leave the watermelon in front of the water pitcher in the fridge. Thank you for tolerating me, even when I watch terrible television (ahem, The Bachelorette) and insist that you stay in the room. Thank you for being patient when I don’t want to listen or when I need you to proofread text messages and blog posts so I don’t offend all the people. Thank you for taking me to church and convincing me when it’s the right time and the right place and the best way to teach our little girls. Thank you for loving people and for letting me love people even when everyone else says they are unlovable and disposable. Thank you for watching Disney movies and fixing hair and enduring countless hours of dance competitions when you’d rather be playing golf. Thank you for complimenting me and encouraging me and loving me better than anyone else ever could.
You are the sun and the moon. xoxo
And because no anniversary post is complete without a walk down memory lane, here are a few more of my favorites!
7 year post // 8 year post // 9 year post // 10 year post // 11 year post // 12 year post
