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I love this man. There is a million different ways I could describe him and our marriage and the life he has provided for us, but in the end it would not suffice. I never thought after 8 years, I would still be searching for him in the crowd just to meet those eyes. I usually see him off with his buddies, retelling some adventurous  story of their youth. Always vibrant always energetic. It never fails, it always makes me smile. Every so often, he will find me and will place his hand on my shoulder and give it a squeeze and wander back off. It feels good to be sought after as well. 

His patience and tolerance for my emotional and (sometimes) quick temper has calmed my soul more than once in our 8 years of marriage. There has been to many times where he will settle me with just the touch of his hand on my forearm. This is his way of warning me my words will soon hurt if I continue. Sometimes I listen, sometimes I end up apologizing. He never needs to hear the words but he always accepts them.  

Marriage takes effort, the kind that you MUST put in everyday. Sometimes, you have to put more effort in then your partner, because they need you to. Everyday you have to want this. I can say, without a doubt, that there has never been a day when I didn't have that want. 

Thanks Babe for all the wanting, needing, patience, love and sacrifice you put in everyday for this life with me. I'm eternally grateful. 

Love you.