I look at you now and I see the 6th grade you. The one who put notes in my locker and sang songs with me in chorus. The one who was afraid to say hello.
I look at you now and see that same boy, that same love. And my heart says it remembers, too.
It remembers those deep hazel eyes that have locked with mine one million times, and even as a kid when you looked at me, I felt you.
I knew you were different. That you saw me.
I love our love and our story.
Every twist and turn and moment of pain, connected to so many moments of joy and celebration.
I love our love.
I love that it’s as deep as it is wide and that it never gets old.
I love that you never try to change me and the way you love our daughters. Growing old with you is becoming my favorite thing in life.