Dear Husband,

Today marks thirteen years since you and I stood before the Justice of the Peace at City Hall in Austin, Texas.

It was a Thursday. I had a terrible headache. We ate at the Olive Garden afterwards.

I remember how it felt to start out together. We were young. We were broke. It was terrifying.

But you were “the one”. Without a doubt in my mind, without a doubt in my heart, you were “the one”.

And now thirteen years have slipped by.

Some days are still terrifying. Our path is never clear. The road is often bumpy. But you are still “the one”. There is nothing I want more than to go on sharing everything on life’s journey with you.

Every morning when I wake up and your arms are around me, I think about how lucky I am.

Every afternoon when I pick the kids up from school and see how much they look and act like you, I think about how lucky I am.

And every night when I’m lying next to you in bed, I think about how lucky I am. Then you fart, and I think how incredibly annoying that is, but I’m still lucky.

I love you Kendal. I am so in love with you. And I am extremely proud to be your wife.

Love,
- Kim