Do you remember our first Valentine’s? The very first one, when this relationship between you and I had literally just started 11 days before hand. How could I know that night that 16 years later we’d be married, creating a life, falling deeper in love. I burnt myself that night. I was so nervous about making dinner for you the first time. I don’t think I even told you. I still remember making stuffed shells and garlic bread. Going to see the re-launch of the first Star Wars. Maybe we should recreate that night some time.
I know I say this often, but you are my favorite. Thank you for allowing me to stretch and learn. To test my wings and the room I’ve needed to trust in hope again. Thank you for being solid rock under my feet when I felt and believed everything else was sinking. Thank you for believing me me, and sending me away.
I love you more than I can put into words. I love the way you make me laugh and how you make me smile. I love that we’re building a future together, and I can’t wait to see what it brings. I love this beautiful dance.