Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Even though you're far away on our special day, leaving me by myself to deal with diapers and loneliness while you eat fancy meals with Joan and sleep full, uninterrupted nights (hopefully without Joan), I couldn't be more grateful that you are my one and only.
From the very beginning I loved so many things about you, and now four years, three moves, and two kids later, you're still my best friend and the one man who gives me butterflies in my tummy. I adore your face that I've come to know by heart. I adore the way you make me laugh, support my every hope and dream, treat our children, and the annoying way you call me pookie bear when I just want to be mad at you. I love you more than I ever knew I could, and I can't wait for many more anniversaries to come.
Enjoy the good food, sleep, and time to read. It's my anniversary present to you. As soon as you get home, I'm going to start cracking the whip again. Love you!
Posted by Emma at 3:08 AM