On Jennifer’s birthday last year I wrote this. She said I never had to write another thing for her but could just keep linking back.
But regardless, here I am on the morning of our 18th wedding anniversary wondering how I can put into words what this wonderful woman means to me.
At this time every year I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. That Jennifer saw me, liked me, loved me, chose me, and married me. These things fill me with wonder and joy and I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
That we have laughed together, cried together, played together, explored together, dreamed together, and simply lived together for 18 years brings me more happiness that I can begin to explain.
And I get the distinct feeling Jennifer has enjoyed the 18 years too.
To be loved like this is amazing. To be told that you are loved with words, actions, and smiles every day brings a comfort and assurance that I would be lost without.
I love you Jennifer. Always.
Happy 18th.
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Happy 18th