Oh my god, don’t ever die. I have so much more to tell you and I’m not interested in telling it to anyone else. I’m not saying I’d be helpless. I mean, I’m bright and fairly good with money. I mean, I guess I’m cute, right? You would say, ‘What, are you kidding me? You, my little friend, are a perfect example of beautiful.’ And so I am. Because I am nothing more or less than what I see in your eyes when you look at me. Do you know how long I waited for you?

My mother used to say I was too picky or afraid of commitment, and that’s why I was still unmarried by the age of almost 30. But the truth is, I was just looking for you. Do you know how close I came to being a narrow, cold, mistrustful woman but you have given me a life so big and full and good… and fun. I don’t even know what we do really besides clean up and complain and wish we were sleeping but, with you, somehow: fun.

And I’ll tell you a secret: when we got married I couldn’t imagine still wanting to be with anyone all this time later. But I do. It’s a miracle to me. You are a miracle. You’ve made me happy, which is something I never, ever thought I’d be.