I had thought that being married to you would be part of a life according to a (wonderful, wild) plan. How could I know that you were so unscripted? That marriage was actually about watching a figure through a window and seeing them intimately and with limit, all at once? That love is the most powerful, fragile thing we will come by. And always changing.
You turned 27 last week, husband. I love you bigger than I did yesterday, but not quite as big as I will tomorrow. Thanks for being all the things I couldn't expect.
p.s. here we are nearly seven years ago, if you can believe it.