It’s been 8 years since I first started seeing you.. crazy. Looking back 8 years ago… hahaha I never pictured my life where it is now. I never pictured marrying you, as I was 17 and you were 22. You were older, into things I wasn’t old enough to be into. You were wiser (never mind that was me.) But in all seriousness, over the past years we have had lows, even lowers, and highs and the high is what I live for.
You always ask me what I love about you.
I love the way when I am have a spaz attack moment you either a. giggle which actually makes me even more mad in the moment, or b. you hold me until I calm down.
I love that you try so hard to be the best husband and father we could ask for.
I love your laugh, your sincere laugh. Like watching Rodney Carrington at night laugh. It makes me smile.
I love the way you have to tell me every time you pooped. (okay I actually could care less about that.)
I love when you sing and play guitar its soothing.
I love it that you try to get me to go do things for myself.
I love it that even after we were married you continued to randomly ask me if I’d marry you.
I love that you are predictable (half the time I know exactly what you are going to say or what you want.)
Husband. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me cry, and you truly make me love you everyday. I look forward to you coming home from work and telling me about your day. I look forward to hearing your laugh and smart comments you like to make because you think you are oh so funny. You truly are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to be old and grey with you sitting in rocking chairs on our front porch complaining about how our neighbors need to trim there shrubs or mow there lawn.
I want to date you over and over again. I never want to lose that spark and if we do I want to never forget how to ignite it again.
We argue, we agree to disagree but no matter what at the end of the day I will always chose you. You are my rock. My best friend. My everything.
I Love You.