Dear Dashing Husband,
Today is our six-year anniversary, which, according to the internets, is the iron anniversary. I was trying to decide between a skillet and a horsehoe when I read that wood is the modern equivalant of iron. So, I got you a stick from our backyard. I think it fell off of one of the ligustrums.
No, really.
You're absolutely thrilled you married a smartass, aren't you? But that is neither here nor there. I'm here, on the internet, in front of God and everybody, to stand up and say I LOVE YOU.
There is a family game we play, a game that Gus invented. When he is overcome with feelings, he will say, "I love you a thousand [insert something you love]." You know Gus is head-over-heels for you when he tells you he loves you "a thousand Optimus Primes." Or similar.
Dashing Husband, I want you to know that I love you a thousand ice cream sundaes. I love you a thousand nights on our back porch when the air is cool and the children are in bed. I love you a thousand bad puns made when we should be sleeping. I love you a thousand giant Saturday breakfasts and cartoon marathons. I love you a thousand philosophizing conversations at the dinner table. I love you a thousand thousands, a million millions, a googleplex.
I swear it's true.
So this is my gift to you: a promise to fall for you again and again until we're old and wrinkly and can no longer read fine print without our Coke-bottle glasses. Thank you for choosing to make this journey with me.
Love,
Me
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