Love letter to my husband

Since it's Valentine's Day, I thought I'd do something I don't usually - get all romantical and mushy. I feel it, but I don't like to talk about it publicly. It was awkward enough for me repeating the standard wedding vows in front of other people, I would have fainted if we had tried writing our own vows.

If I had to describe my feelings of our marriage in one word, it would be happy. I am always thankful that we are married. I have no doubt that many of our friends (and probably family if we're honest) thought we wouldn't last long, since we barely knew each other. But like my favorite song from the soundtrack from my favorite movie says, "Who's got the last laugh now?" It took me all of a week to know I didn't want to be without you. Then four months after our first meeting, I didn't have to. I have never wished for anything different.

I love how we are together. I love that we still find thinsg to talk about. I love that we can still make each other laugh. I love that we know each other so well. I love how you understand me when I have a totally random, out of nowhere thought - and that many times you're having the same random thought. I love how we're a team. I love that our daughters love you so much. I love your hugs. I love it when you kiss me on the forehead for no reason other than you wanted to. I love that you love when my heels make me taller than you. I love falling asleep with your arm around me. I love when you make breakfast. I especially love when you make dinner. I love that we enjoy many of the same things, but are fine with having our own seperate interests as well.

Most of all, I love you. I'm grateful every day that we are together. The past 14 years have seemed like no time at all.

Happy Valentine's day.