It’s December 26. Rain is falling outside my window. The christmas lights over the bed are lit. I’m sipping coffee & catching up on the morning happenings on GMA (Good Morning America). My love is sleeping beside me, all cozy under the covers.
She is the reason for this post this morning. My love, my everything, my heart & soul… the one who makes me laugh, who holds me tight, who listens & supports me, who inspires me, who completes me.
And today, she means even more to me than ever.
Three years ago, in snowy, beautiful Sweden, we got married and began our life together. I remember standing there, saying our vows in English & Swedish, looking at her beautiful face, declaring our love for each other, and knowing that I had found my home. Ironically, since we are from 2 different countries, love 2 different countries, and have lived in those same 2 different countries, I have found home with her. There is no need to really say where my home is, to choose which country is better than the other. No, home is wherever my love is. She is my home.
Today I celebrate and give thanks for this love, this amazing journey in life that I share with my wife. I am the luckiest girl in the world! Blessed beyond belief.
My baby, I would marry you over & over again. You are my everything.