Happy Anniversary!

My husband and I were married 8/8/08. I've always believed 8 is my lucky number, and I was so glad everything fell into place and we were able to get married on that day. Maybe the date had nothing to do with it, but it has been a wonderful marriage thus far!


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Dear Hubs,

I can't believe it's been a year already! I am so happy and proud to be your wife. I hope you know how much I love you and appreciate everything you do. I love you for always trying to do your best in everything and in turn making me a better person. I love you for for driving me around as often as possible, because you know I hate driving. I love you for always saying every meal I cook is amazing, even when it's just turkey hotdogs. I love you for being so great with our "boys" and can't wait until you're a daddy. I love you for helping me pick out what shoes to wear, even though you know I will pick the opposite. I love you for always being up for whatever spontaneous thing I want to do, no matter how crazy it may sound. I love you for loving my family as much as I love them. I know they adore you. I love you for always encouraging my hopes and dreams. I know the road has not always been easy or perfect, but I know you will always be there walking by my side, looking out toward our future together. Thank you for being such a great husband. I thank God everyday for putting you in my life. Love, your wife

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine