Today, I have been with the love of my life for a magical two years. I don’t want to write a stream of uncomfortably intimate memories, or gush at how in love I still am, but I do want to tell him one thing.
Thank you. You are the man who I want to grow old with. You are the man I want to kiss every single day for the rest of my life. You are the man who has turned my world around.
And it has been the most unforgettable adventure.
Teaching a terrified me the realities of boat life at Dartmouth.
A spontaneous trip to Paris.
Our first drunken Christmas.
All our educating trips to the Flight Museum.
Driving in a getaway car to Weymouth
Another spontaneous trip because…Pefkos.
Up and moving out for our first year at University.
Our second drunken Christmas and your continued attempts to grow a beard.
…coupled with my continued drunken attempts at seduction from a pile of wrapping paper.
Deciding to become superheroes for Easter…someone’s gotta do it.
All of your super exciting Geology lessons. Every time we go out for a walk.
And then, perhaps most importantly of all, the adventure of loving you in the moments that carry us from photograph to photograph, my Forever Boy.