f i v e

five whole years, i can hardly believe it. five years since my last first date, last first kiss.

i love you like a teenager's insane and wild kind of love. where i don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but i'm eager to find out if it's with you. where dates are exciting and spontaneous and free, and i still count down to each anniversary. where you kiss me soft and slow and send shivers down my spine. where i'm still finding out new things about you like you don't like chili and i wonder if you know i have a love-hate relationship with the almond roca buttercrunch toffee from costco because they taste so good but always get stuck in my teeth.

i love you like a newlywed's growing kind of love. where i want to scream when you leave the dirty laundry two feet from the laundry basket. where we bicker about using the decorative towels and where to cut our toenails. where we set outlandish goals in our five year plan and spend too much money eating out. where we're still figuring out when to grow our family and how to grow together with each other's stubbornness. where we want to  k i l l  each other but you still won't raise your voice and we still kiss it better the next day.

i love you like an elderly couple's comfortable kind of love. where we've seen each other at our worst, and still hold hands in the car. where wrinkles and weight and stretch marks have added to our marriage, but we still find it our home. where you always take my side and listen to me cry when our babies keep getting older and keep buying me taylor swift cd's even though you don't love her. where we know eternity is happening and we're just at the beginning of it.

this love is constant and sacred and frenzied and i'm so grateful you're my gentle giant and i'm you're pint-sized wildfire. i'm feeling so blessed you chose me to be your missus and that you wanted this forever as much as i did.

always and forever,
your mrs. bodtcher