Scratching my head, I consider the years that have flipped by us so quickly. Like the pages of the best books, they draw me in yet leave me hungering for more. I feel as though we have been married for more than just two years, and I say that without the slightest trace of negativity.
We’ve had a rather full two years of marriage, and an even fuller seven years of friendship. I remember when I came to the grand realization that you were the only person that I could ever see myself with, now I get to live out that realization everyday. To me it seems as though we were always together, a constant continuation of each other. Where you leave off, I pick up. Where you stop, I start.
I thank God for my every thought of you, every memory with you, every moment spent in your sweet presence. Your name means Jehovah’s gift, and you my dear most certainly are. If death were to ever come between us, I could search for a thousand lifetimes yet never find someone who so perfectly matches me as you do. Even the way my hand fits into yours is a testament to how we were created to fit together.
I don’t much care for fighting, but I’ll always fight for you. I still choose to love you, even when I don’t like you, although that is rare indeed. You are the one my heart loves, and I will not release you from my grasp until the day the Lord calls one of us home.
I love you, respect you, admire you, and wish nothing but the best for you. You are my best friend, my true companion, and I absolutely look forward to our third year of marriage. You are the best thing in my life, and I count it an honor to grow old with you.
Happy 2nd Anniversary, cheers to the many years to come.