Happy Seventh Anniversary, HoneyBunch.
Being married to you is the easiest, most fun, and most magical time of my life. I feel as if we have always belonged to each other; the forty-five combined years we spent with others fade into nothing when we are together.
I never knew what being truly in love was like until I married you.
Baby, you complete me. You are my clone; my soul mate. Scary thought, but true. The person who was just a friend is . . . suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with. You know me better than I know myself. I, of course, am the prettier one.
It was the million tiny little things that when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together. It is like . . . magic. In the movie of our lives, you get to play Tom Hanks and I get to play Meg Ryan.
I’m your density. You know how to make laugh, how to make me happy, and how to encourage me. I am the only one who gets (and appreciates) your jokes. I am here to care for you and make sure you get your daily supply of tomatoes and yogurt. Since God’s time-space continuum is different than ours, it is no wonder it took Him fifty-six years before He led you onto my path. I am not complaining; I am grateful for every minute left of my life I get to spend with you.
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. I knew when you asked me to marry you after only six weeks of dating, and we married after only knowing each other for three months, that our life would be perfect from the very start.
I married you so I can kiss you anytime I want. And I find myself wanting to kiss you often, especially when you shower our children and grandchildren with your unselfish love. I find your kind heart very sexy. You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how - me.
When I look at you, and I . . . and I’m home. Life on this patch of dirt takes on special meaning because you are here, next to me, only a few steps away, all day long. You give my life peace and joy and safety.
My heart is, and always will be, yours. I may not say I love you as many times as I should, but then, HoneyBunch, everything I do is to show my love and respect for you.
As you wish, my dearest HoneyBunch.