The first time I saw you, I thought you were hot.
The first time we talked, I still thought you were hot, but I also knew in a flash of understanding that only shows up in romance novels and old movies, that I would marry you.
So, 2 years of dating, a year and a half of temporary insanity, plus 25 years later—years filled with adventure, joy, sorrow, more joy, laughter, far too much house painting, more laughter, driver’s licenses from multiple states, hugs, fishing trips, crazy song lyrics, learning together how to embarrass our child in public, and much, much more love—I still know I was meant to marry you.
And I would again.
Love you, my darling.
“If anyone should ask, say we’re mated;
for as long as this life lasts, we are mated.
Why else would you be here, right now,
And you know we’ll still be here tomorrow.”
Todd Rundgren, Mated