On Friday, my husband and I will celebrate our five-year wedding anniversary.
I’ve loved watching the relationship between you and Annie grow. I know it must have been really hard to go from being single to hanging out with a toddler. While there were bumps along the way, she fell in love with you right alongside me.
I love how to this day Annie still calls it “our wedding” and how you have never called her anything other than “daughter”.
I love watching you get to be a father all over again, but this time you started at the very beginning.
I love that every time I look into your eyes, I still see that 23-year-old blonde boy with an attitude. I love that, as cliche as it sounds, we really are best friends. I love you call my parents “mom” and “dad” and love them as much as I do. I love that after nine years together, we never run out of things to talk about. I love that we both look forward to dating like giddy teenagers. I love that we both really love to be home with the kids on most nights. I love that we have a history and that now, we have a family. The last five years have been so hard, but I can’t imagine weathering them with anyone but you.
Happy Anniversary, Mike. I love you.