Eight Years In

dear jd,
you are
the pep in my step…
the reason i smile…
the strong one…
the light in a very dark place…
the one who sees past my mistakes…
the person who talks me off ledges…
the best hugger…
the one with the better smelling hair…
the realist who anchors my dreaming…
the kind one…
the reason life is beautiful…always…

simply stated, you are the best part of me.

eight years ago (tomorrow), i married you and promised to stand at your side for better or worse. little did i realize that you would be the one to carry the weight of my hopes, dreams, and inability to cook a decent meal. when all is off with the world, you are my constant, fresh air in a fog of desperation. i'm in love with you and look forward to spending eternity with you by my side.

happy anniversary, my love.

here's our most recent photo of us together, taken at last week's wedding in sonoma. it was also the night you got food poisoning and i roamed the aisles of walmart at 5 a.m. in search of pepto bismol. we missed our flight home, but found a way to enjoy a panini at the airport. these very unglamorous moments are the memories i'll carry with me forever. i like doing life with you, even if it means charging through walmart in my pajamas.