11/15/2023
To my (now) wife; the always loving and relentlessly supportive, the absent minded lover of all things Taylor Swift, the Bobby to my Boops…I don’t know what else to say. So, instead of writing more, I’ll just use a part of my vows (which I stumbled through and thus, barely coherent. Whatevs):
I’m supposed to stand up here and make promises. I love you too much to narrow the confines of my feelings for you to “I promise you this and I promise you that.” Promises are easily broken, backed by nothing other than intentions and plus, I hate speaking in absolutes. Im not one for promises nor faith, but I always have hope. And…I just hope you know how truly all encompassing my love is. Except for how you leave the kitchen, but that’s neither here nor there. I hope we grow old together. I hope we chase dreams even the ones we know from the outset we won’t accomplish. I hope we never forget why we loved and love each other. I hope we can always laugh at the messes we create until it gets unfunny but still fell secure somehow. I hope we celebrate everything; all the tragedies and the coincidences and late stoned nights and way to early mornings. I hope we f**k up and fail and I hope we do that together too. I hope we explore and learn and grow and experience. I hope for birthdays and car trips, hotels we can’t afford and lakes with no one else in them. I hope we find, together, exactly what we’ve always been looking for outside of each other. I hope you’re successful but don’t let it define you. I hope you continue love with the passion I witness daily. I hope you continue to hate all the right things with that same passion. I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted. Unless you want horses. And I hope that starts with us having found each other. Thats all I can really hope for; I just hope for you and I. That’s enough. For me, anyways. But if there’s an exception for everything, it’s you. It always will be and I hope it always is. Until one of us is a was.
To many more before then ♥️
