I've been trying to figure out what to say to you today.
Something meaningful and true. Because I'll be honest, you didn't have me at hello and I've never felt that you completed me. I didn't need you to save me, have never pictured you on a white horse or been after your money.
I'm pretty sure you weren't looking for some arm candy or a way to climb a corporate ladder. And you most likely haven't stuck around because of my domestic skills.
So maybe we wouldn't be considered the great American romance. People might not look at us and wish they had what we did.
But here's what I know.
Everyday I'm happier when you're home. I'm so grateful you are the father of our boys. Any victory I've earned is made sweeter when I can share it with you. I can't think of anyone I would like to get better at bickering with or share a funny story with.
And even though I didn't begin planning our wedding day in my head the day we met, I alwayys picture growing old with you. Even through these labour-intensive, sleep-deprived, grumpy days and nights, I would rather have you by my side than anyone else.
Happy Anniversary honey!