Since we both had to work today, we celebrated our anniversary yesterday. We did old and easy things that we both love to do. Things we did during our first summer together, and have loved doing ever since. We cried and we talked, and I left feeling all these new and amazing feelings about my husband. It's weird that after four years, each year, as new challenges arrive, and new beautiful things happen, I find myself with a new-found love for him. It's never the same, and no one ever told me that. There are different forms of our love; all beautiful in their own right.
"This is the first day of my life
Glad I didn't die before I met you
Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"
Peter my dear, thank you! Thank you for being you and always looking up. You somehow find joy and love in everything. You are a true display of what it means to really love life, and capture each moment. Thank you for teaching me and softening me. For listening to me, even when you've heard the same story a million times over. Thank you for always telling me how beautiful you truly think I am, even when I feel terrible. Thank you for being a damn good example of what it means to be a present dad. You have, without a doubt, changed me in unimaginable ways. It's not always easy, but I wouldn't want to do this life with anyone else. I'd do it a million times over, with the same challenges and passion, because I know they've shaped our love. They've shaped us. I love you. I love you!