I love you, honey. I don’t know if I tell you this enough, but I do. You’re smart, caring, and wonderful, even when you’re glaring lasers through my skull.
Your smile warms my heart and sends my soul soaring with joy.
With you, I can touch the clouds.
Thank you, thank you for putting up with all my bullshit.
Thank you for dealing with my sometimes childish nature.
Thank you for being there and supporting me through every step of our journey together.
I know that without you, I’d be half the writer I am today.
I know that without you, my life would be half as bright and colorful.
You are the rock that holds me steady in a current, the tree that sways gently in the hurricane’s wind. And I love you.