Sometimes I forget just how absolutely lucky I am to be your wife. And then, in a moment of God’s graciousness, it comes rushing back at me.
Like that day a few months ago when you told me “you’re so beautiful” no less than six times in the span of two hours, and I had to ask you to stop saying it quite so frequently because I was afraid it would lose its effect?
That is NOT A REAL PROBLEM, ABBY.
That’s a wonderful blessing, to have your husband so in love with you he literally can’t stop telling you how beautiful you are.
I love that we end every night with “I love you.” And how, if you have a thought that comes to you after we’ve said goodnight, once you’ve voiced that thought, you say “I love you” again, so that it’s the last thing we say to each other every night before we fall asleep.
You’re one of the most optimistic, forward-thinking people I’ve ever met. When I have the smallest setback and start to freak out that our whole business is falling apart, and you step in to remind me how small that setback actually is because we’re only on step one of a five-step process. You keep me sane. You keep me grateful.
You always provide so well for us. If it wasn’t for you, we’d eat pizza or B-Dubs every night. Thank you for constantly searching for nutritious, tasty ways to keep us fed.
You never laugh at me for narrating conversations between Lily & Sirius, which I do frequently.
And you never fail to catch me when I fall, especially when it involves angry tears over yet another failed fertility treatment. Or just the general unfairness of it all. It’s year seven, and I would have thought for sure by now we’d be three, maybe four.
But it’s just you and me, and I still feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world.
Happy anniversary, darling! I love you most.
Photos by our wildly talented friends, Devin & Kathryn of Anchor & Veil Photography, from our anniversary session last May.