6 months ago today, Rob and I were married. It wasn’t perfect; nothing ever is and if it had been, it would have been boring. It was perfect for me, though, because I get to spend the rest of my life with a man who actually wore a kilt just for me.

Robbie,
You are…

my morning
my evening

my sun and my moon and every one of my stars
my laughter and tears

my heart
my soul
my love

I don’t know what I would do without you; I can’t conceive of life if you hadn’t come along. I am definitely lucky to have you, and infinitely happy because of you.

Also I promise that tonight I won’t steal all the blankets on you. I was just confused last night. Really. I mean it.