It is the day after our 8th anniversary, and I am going to write something sappy to my man. Those of you who are squeamish, beware!
I remember the week that I met you. At quick glance, you were a well-built, incredibly good-looking guy with tousled hair and a scruffy face. Digging a little further, you were a task-oriented, talented, hilarious, confident, and respectful young Christi@n man with a heart for the lost and a funny way of making people feel at ease. The night you proposed to me, on that dock beneath the stars in Mississippi, I realized that you know what you want and you go for it. After becoming your wife, I began to fall more and more in love with you, a process that continues to this day. When I look at you, I smile. You do not accessorize. You choose your words carefully. You do not offer yourself to just anyone. You are not easily shaken. You live in a place that very few people ever find, a place where your heart and your mind are in balance.
I could not admire you more.
All my love forever,