Jon. This is my husband. When I think about the last six plus years, I literally cannot believe it's already been that long. I love this man the way I loved him before he was mine. He still makes me smile when I want to not smile. I get excited every day when he comes home from work. I want to scream when he claims he's organized. I want to bang my head against a wall when he says "I don't know how to say it" or some other communication breakdown. Jon is a lover. He is a lover of helping people. He is a lover of his babies. He is a lover of nature. He is generous at the expense of himself and his family. As much as this has pissed me off at times, it's something I really admire in him. Talk about physical strength. This man has the strength of Samson but without the hair. I've never known someone to work as hard as I remember my father working in my young years. Jon can work anyone under the table. I fail him so much. I want to say that what he offers me is enough. But I frequently struggle bc I want more. I want more emotion and more passion. I want him to dance with me in the kitchen or turn me around and tell me that I'm amazing. Stupid romantic things that he would vomit if I even said them out loud. Oh well. He is so much more than my silly box of wishes. I am grateful on the daily bc of you. Thank you for letting me be your wife.
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