I wrote this for my honey about five years ago for Valentine’s Day:

You – a single guy at 27, telling your mother that she may never have grandchildren and that you’ve given up on finding anyone to share your life with.

You – coming to work one day to find a newly hired receptionist. Who almost didn’t get the job because she was late getting to the interview, but because the President and Vice President LOVED her personality, she was hired.

You – giving her attention, showing you genuinely cared about what she was talking about. And wasn’t bothered by the fact that she already had a 9 month old son.

You – who wrote her love letters and stuck them under her desk calendar so she would have something to read every morning when she came into work.

You – who told her that you wouldn’t pursue an intimate relationship with her until she was absolutely and positively sure that she was in love with you. Although you were already in love with her.

You – who wanted to marry this girl and be a daddy to a son that wasn’t biologically yours.

You – who didn’t freak out (too much) when she found out she was pregnant again. 22 months apart isn’t so bad. 🙂

You – who sticks by her side even when she doesn’t listen to you about spending money.

You – who loved her when she looked like a bald, hairless 10 year old girl because of the chemo.

You – who still thinks she is sexy despite the loss of her left breast. (and being overweight)

You – who thinks he’s the one blessed with a wonderful wife but really it’s the other way around.

You- who doesn’t mind that his wife goes off with friends for a night or a weekend.

You – who hugs and kisses her every chance he has.

You – who tells his wife “I love you” all the time.

Equals

ME – a woman who cannot fathom her world without you.