Fifteen Years

15 years ago I stood across from a young man and promised to spend the rest of my life with him.

He was really good looking. He still is.

I was really pregnant and just thrilled to know I wouldn't be knee deep in babies all by myself. Misery loves company and all that. It still does.

My daughter recently asked me how I knew her dad was the ONE. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My response? I didn't really know. But what I did know was the idea of spending the rest of my life without him in it beside me was completely unacceptable.

It still is.

I wanted to compose a beautiful essay about how much I love him but it turned out I only really needed a few words.

I love you B. Still, always and likely forever.

And I still can't ever imagine what my life would look like without you in it, right beside me.

Happy fifteenth B.