Eight years ago today, I married my best friend. It was the happiest day of my life.
Eight years and three kids later, I still love your company. I love seeing you each morning and sharing each crazy, hectic, asylum worthy day with you! You have taught me so much about selflessness, grace, and gentleness. You see past my flaws and love me in spite of them. You see me at my worst, yet choose to see the best in me. And when I look in your eyes, or rest in your arms, there is no doubt in my mind that you cherish me.
Our marriage isn't perfect, but hey, neither are we. We argue. We miscommunicate. We fail each other. It happens. That's life. But I count it an honor to be by your side, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.
Happy eight years, my love! Here's to so many more!