For the love of my life, on our 18th wedding anniversary:
I noticed a handful of things this morning while getting the mini me ready for school. The sky was a little bluer, the air a bit fresher, the sun a tad brighter … because I have you in my life. And though you’re 800 miles away in Chicago, out of my grasp for the first anniversary since we tied the knot, I can still feel your arms around me, your love comforting me, your smile warming my soul.
Eighteen is a big year. We’re a haiku-plus-one. A legal adult. A full round of golf. We’re better as we get older. Smarter, wiser, better looking, funnier, lovelier, happier … and we’re just hitting our stride.
Happy Anniversary, Sweetie-Pie.