You have made my life.
When we got married, we didn’t have a plan. Or jobs. Or much furniture. We didn’t know what was next, didn’t even really know what we wanted next. Getting married had been our primary focus. We knew we wanted to be together, but beyond that, we didn’t have a clue. We had no idea what was in store for us, no idea the things life would throw our way.
In retrospect, it all seems a little crazy. I flourish on plans and planning and yet, we had none of that to begin with. It came later, of course and, lucky us, life was good to us. We got jobs, a dog, better jobs, great friends and a house. Life took us on a lovely little trip of grownuppery and our first three years of marriage have been wonderfully full.
Three years of marriage is a big deal. With everything in my life usually expiring right around the three year mark, we’ve tip-toed up to this anniversary, careful not to awake whatever part of me sends out the run-for-your-life instinct. We’ve joked that come today, I’d pack my bags and head off for the next great adventure, but the reality is this: You – us, this relationship/marriage thing we’ve got going on – are the best adventure. You are what I run to, not away from. You are what grounds me, what keeps me sane, my biggest fan, the best snuggle partner, my better half and my best friend.
I want to say that I love you, but that never seems like enough. Three words aren’t enough, not really, for the way I feel about you. They don’t describe or capture the way my stomach flips with butterflies when I look at you or how my heart feels when you wrap your arms around me or how much I love holding your hand. They don’t explain the looks we give each other that convey whole paragraphs of thought and they don’t explain the overwhelming sense of thankfulness I get when I experience new things with you.
No, I love you isn’t big enough to explain the way I feel about you. Not even close. But it’s all I have.
I love the way you hold me, the way you twitch before falling asleep, the noises you make in your sleep and the way you creep over to my side of the bed. I love the rituals we’ve developed, the slight predictibleness of our nights and waking up next to you. I love planning adventures with you, the way you kiss my forehead, how we still have things to learn about each other. I love how you are with the dogs, how you are my number one fan and how intelligent and thoughtful you are. I love the clothes you wear, the jokes we have and the home we’ve made together.
I love the way you smell and the way your eyes change color. I love how well you take care of me when I’m sick and your aversion to salad making. I love our inside jokes, the nicknames we have for each other and how easygoing you are. I love how you know what I’m going to say before I say it. I love the dinners you create, the risks you convince me to take and how safe I feel when I’m with you.
I love you more than words, more than thoughts, more than anything. There aren’t enough stars in the sky or words in any language to convey it, but you, Andrew, are amazing, incredible, magnificent and more than I have ever wished for in a husband.
Happy Anniversary, babe.