Today you turn 30.
You’ve never written me a love letter, but I’m not going to hold that against you. It is your birthday, after all.
It’s hard for me to remember what my days were like before we met. Empty, I imagine. Or at least a certain type of empty. I’m sure they were full of bad decisions, countless mistakes, and shallow pleasures, but completely devoid of the type of feeling I share with you – this love that buffers all of our disagreements, faults, and frustrations and keeps me warm with thoughts of kisses, hand-holding, and laughter.
Since we started dating, I’ve let my emotions take a wild ride like nothing before. It’s been raw and real and does not compare easily to anything I’ve ever experienced. Because for as much as a heart feels pain, it also feels joy. And I cannot express how thankful I am for the happiness I have found with you. Plus you’re so dang handsome…
And I know now, after 11 months of weekend visits, long car rides, and falling asleep alone…after envying couples on their Wednesday night dates and short-distance relationships, plus 5 months of spending nearly every waking moment by your side, this love will endure.
And I realize we will change. We’ll grow together. In 10 years, I don’t know where we’ll be. I don’t know what character flaw I’ll be griping about or if you’ll still love me despite my disdain for leg-shaving. But I hope we have the courage to look back at how we feel now, because I want to love you forever.
Today is your birthday, and I thank God that He brought us together. Thanks for waiting until you were 28 to find true love.
I love you,