Hey my love, so here we are. Time flies when we're having fun! These have been nine of the best years of my life. Every day my eyes open, seeing you next to me, I'm reminded, Holy wow! I'm living a dream!
When we were middle-schoolers, in our early teens, you watched me with a boy's crush. I had no idea! And you were way too shy to even say hello.
So unceremoniously, we parted ways at the fork in our road. We grew up and got married, except not to each other. We became parents, worked jobs, paid bills, bounced along, navigating the grownup world of highs and lows. But our marriages failed and we changed cities a few times, trying to rebuild our hearts and start life over again.
And then, a miracle! Two states away from where we began! You spotted me shopping for a ladder and wasp spray. "I know you!" you said, confident and smiling.
I know you!
Truer words have never been spoken. Indeed! We just knew, didn't we? Less than eight months later we were married. And it still feels completely new, doesn't it?
And I'll tell you a secret, baby. On a few rare occasions, in the quieter recesses of my mind, I have felt embarrassed at how completely consumed I am with my love for you. Isn't that silly? I have no precedent for this deep love to, so it still makes me blush with wonder.
That I still have a severe crush on you.
That you still inspire my heart to race and skip beats.
That I still get butterflies in my stomach when we're apart and I think of you.
That I never get tired of curling up against you when we watch T.V. or read our books on the couch.
That my eyes see only you in a crowded room.
That holding your hand is not enough, sometimes I have to hug your arm too.
God has truly blessed our lives, Hubby. I would re-walk every broken road to get to you. Every tear I ever shed, every pain I ever felt, every bout of sorrow, was so worth ending up in this beautiful and amazing marriage. I am honored to know you. Thanks so much for being my best friend.
Happy Anniversary, baby! Nine years have never felt so good!