Today is Saint Patrick’s Day and it’s also mine and Jacob’s third wedding anniversary. I’m not one to write mushy love notes so hang in there as you read it. It gets better at the end. Also? I posted a handful of photos from our wedding. Because I know you little voyeurs eat up that shit.
I have started this note over four times.
I never thought that I’d be at a loss for words. I can always find what I want to say even if it isn’t the most eloquent or poetic (it’s usually neither of those things) but it seems like nothing would sound right. Nothing would adequately sum up my feelings for you.
You are the best partner I could have asked for and I am so proud to be married to you. You keep me calm when I’m boiling under the surface. You know exactly what to say to make me smile. You fill in the gaps of my movie trivia knowledge.
We are MEANT TO BE.
I love you so damn much and while I act like a bitch sometimes I just want you to know that it has nothing to do with you. Unless, of course, you did something stupid like not read my mind about doing the dishes. Then you get what’s coming to you.
I love you more than words, buddy.
Love, You smokin’ hot wife.
Of COURSE we had green beer on tap at our wedding. The glasses are engraved with Mrs. and Mr. and our wedding date 3.17.07.