1,885 days have passed since the night you gave me your heart, a little silver band, and a promise of the best life any man could provide.
1,884 days have passed since Gia and I moved into your 600sf apartment in Fairview after my father said these words to you: “You’re a loser who will never amount to anything and you’ll NEVER be my son in law. MY son in law lives there!” (Then he pointed out the back window to the very beautiful house I’d long since left behind and was never going back to.)
COUNTLESS days have passed since our story began that you never cease to amaze me. You are my hero and if we had to go back to the apartment in Fairview I would happily go. I could live anywhere, as long as you’re there. It’s not about the “house”, it’s about the “home”. You’re a prince among men, and I’m so thankful for you today. You have given us EVERYTHING, and I’m so damn proud to be your wife.