I'm Thinking Eight Years

Yes. That is how long I've been with my husband. We started dating in 2003, were married in 2004, and had a kid in 2005. And we've survived! Or rather, he's survived me.

I still maintain that I'm the reason he's going bald.

So now I'm going to write mushy stuff, and if you don't want to read it, stop now. Okay? Okay, wait, now stop reading.

Husband:

I love you. I love everything that you do to for me. I love you even on days when I'm acting like the queen bitch of the Western world, and even on days when you're fapping to baseball stats and ignoring me. I love that you try to make everything better, even though you can't solve all of my problems. I love that you let me go off every month and hang out with my friends for a weekend. I love that you try and do everything in your power to make sure we have everything we need. Most of all, I love that you never make me feel terrible about my body. That is like the best thing ever.

Your Wife

"We may not have it all together, but together we have it all."