My dear husband, today marks our 9 year Wedding Anniversary. That's right, it's been 9 wonderful years full of Wedded bliss! We've always tried hard to work together. Through the good and the bad times (thank God there have been more good times!) and I'm so happy you have been my partner and at my side during our journey together. You are the best.
You even oblige me when I ask you to pose in public even though you hate being silly outside of our doors.
And when I ask you to take pictures standing next to random Disney characters, you only say no once or twice before finally giving in.
You even take pictures of me while I hold Sully a wee bit too tightly ("security!") and forgive me since you know I was so excited.
And you still make fireworks go off in my chest every time I see you, reminding me of how much I love you.
Though sometimes those fireworks go off when I'm thinking to myself, "Did I make his coffee like he asked me to?" or "Did I forget to do something I promised I'd do?" or start off a sentence like "Now, honey, don't get mad but I broke your ... [insert object name here] ...".
Sweet husband, Happy Anniversary! May we have many many more ... love you!