Two years ago today, I married my best friend.
He sees things in me that I've never seen in myself.
He holds on to me. Like today is the last day he'll get to.
He makes me love being the weaker vessel.
He makes me feel like the most interesting and beautiful woman in the room. Always.
He makes me laugh out loud. At least once a day.
He took the weight of the world off of my shoulders.
He never wants to disappoint me.
He has such a beautiful soul.
He is more than I've ever wanted.
I am so proud of the man he is and has yet to become.
I am on top of the world when I am near him.
I know what an amazing dad he will someday be to our children.
I am healed because of his love.
I learn so much from him, about life, about God.
I could listen to him play the guitar and sing all day.
I truly think he hung the moon.
I do not deserve him.
We make up for each others short comings.
We strengthen each others faith.
We love with everything in us.
We feel safe with each other.
We never thought we would find this.
We have it all.