When you first told me you loved me, I asked you when you started loving me. You couldn't have set it better when you told me: "I've always loved you. My whole life. I just didn't know you yet."
You asked me to marry you November 2nd in front of all of Paris after climbing the steps to the Eiffel Tower. We gave the all-we-could-afford $10 BHV plastic bling ring a fabulous view and strangers smiled at us and at each other and held hands sharing our happiness.
18 months after that fateful New Year's party, having lived in different cities, states, even countries for 90% of that time, we were married. It was a leap of faith. Looking back we didn't know each other very well, only that we were meant to love each other.
I've seen the world with you. We've explored Sweden and France, Mexico and Istanbul. And yet among my favorite memories with you is drinking a cold MGD that someone left in our fridge while sitting in the garage with the door open watching it rain after a day of working in the yard.
You are stubborn and frustrate-able and infuriating and patient with me and rational and kind and thoughtful and perfect for me. Life has never been better. I have never loved so much or felt so loved. You help me be a more patient and understanding person. There are stumbling blocks, and stubbed toes. Life is not easy, marriage has not been a piece of cake, but laughing with you and loving you is the easiest thing I do every day.
Happy anniversary, my Bubba-Love.