I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
Sometimes I take for granted that two years ago I would have cut off my leg to have someone to hold hands with, write notes to, be frustrated at, and get me flowers. Kadon. Seriously. You're the best.
Thank-you for making me feel loved. For ALWAYS being attracted to me... even when I'm not attractive. For putting me first. For wanting my family to like you (mission accomplished). For being more needy than you realize. For wanting me around. For making me laugh when I want to punch you. For being there for me even though you don't understand me all the time. For letting me be myself. For encouraging me to be better. For laughing at me when I fall... in a weird, twisted way. For listening to me. For being my friend.
There are so many wonderful things that all add up to you. Your thinning hair ;). Your fake, yet adorable, smile you put on in pictures. Your devil-child grin you can't hide when you're doing something you know you shouldn't or will really tick me off. Your ever-growing need to go shopping (comes in handy). Your terrible sense of humor. The way you push yourself to be better every single day. You are so good at everything and that helps me when I feel like I'm not good at anything (you have enough talent for the both of us).
I love being married to you, coming home to you. Looking forward to seeing you, even though I just left for work.
This is what I've always wanted. I wanted this life with you. All of it. The not-so-fun stuff, too. The other day you told me that neither of us was living our fairytale. I AM. Things are hard... a lot of the time. I'm impatient and not always kind. I'm stubborn and inappropriate. Whether or not I'm perfect, I am living my fairytale because I'm with you. Through thick and through thin. Rough and smooth. Rich and poor. Time and eternity.
It just doesn't get any more fairytale than that.
