When I married you eight years ago, I could not fathom the journey we would take together. I married you when I was 25. I knew nothing about the world. I knew nothing about love or marriage or lifetime commitment. In the past 2,922 days, I have learned about all of those things and more. Most importantly, I have learned about forgiveness. How to ask for it. How to receive it. I do not ever thank you enough for all that you do. So, here are a few.
Thank you for loving me more today than you did eight years ago.
Thank you for allowing yourself to learn how to love me better.
Thank you for your work ethic. So many in our society are plagued with a lifestyle of laziness. You are the antithesis of that.
Thank you for making me see that we don't have to have it all to have a lot.
Thank you for holding my hand and my heart when our world was crashing in around us.
Thank you for being June's biggest advocate. Without you, we would know very little about her and who she can become.
Thank you for teaching me about the Bible. My relationship with God is stronger because of you.
Thank you for the foot rubs, especially when I was pregnant.
Thank you for honoring me in your relationship with others. You have never given me reason to question your intentions or actions.
Lastly, thank you for loving me unconditionally. You told me a long time ago that unconditional love between humans wasn't something you really believed in. You may still maintain that sentiment, but I have seen you love me on my ugliest days. I think you changed your mind, cause you are still here beside me. Here's to so many more wonderful years together!