Matt, this blog post is written to you.

You’ve been my better half for nearly four years now, picking up where I leave off, perfectly in sync without missing a step. You know that I’m passionate and excited, but that when it comes down to the specific logistics of things like getting from point A to B, I tend to get overwhelmed. And that’s where you step in and save the day.

I want to thank you for the past two weeks, for everything you did to make our trip as amazing as it could possibly be. Thank you for taking care of navigating us through London and Paris, for taking charge of the maps of the Tube, for knowing how to get us back to our hotel when I felt completely lost.

Thank you for dealing with my artist’s heart, which meant stopping every 50-100 feet to click a frame of this ecclectic storefront, or that colorful door, or a cliché street performer on the Ponts des Arts. Thank you for indulging my sentimental soul that wanted to spend an hour every day sitting in a café or pub, watching life happen on the streets of these European cities.

Thank you for carrying both of our heavy luggage down the endless staircases of the Paris underground, because you saw what an effort it was for me to do it alone. Thank for allowing me to photograph you over and and over, even though I know you don’t like having your picture taken. And thank you for praying over me that one morning we woke up for a portrait session at dawn and I had the flu. I loved you more in that moment than I think I ever have before.

Most of all, dear Matt, thank you for leading me selflessly, for sacrificing your own introverted comforts of home for my extroverted sense of adventure. Thank you for the most amazing vacation I’ve ever had, for the memories we’ll still reminisce on in fifty years, for the opportunity to be inspired, and for the chance to fall more in love with you. You are my favorite person in the entire world.