It is my (our) fifth wedding anniversary today.
Well, we are pretty sure it is today.
We are in agreement that it most definitely, probably is.
Adding that to the grand total, I make that eight years of coexistence without killing each other, which given the fact that we are both a total nightmare to live with, is pretty impressive going.
And makes a great case for the power of love (no singing. Ithankyew).
And having a very large bed with two duvets on it.
I love you.
I cannot imagine my life without you in it.
Well, I can. But it sucks. And I do not want to imagine it.
Every day I spend with you is a day I consider myself richer in all the ways that count, and all the ways that last.
I am so looking forward to growing even older and more cantankerous with you than ever.
I am grateful every day that that time you got down on one knee, you weren’t worrying about cracks in the lintel after all.