I am confident that there is nobody else in this world who would put up me like you do. You accept me for every single flaw that I have (and that’s a shit ton). You deserve a medal of some sort for dealing with me after a bad day.
I am confident that I would starve if you weren’t in my life. You cook me dinner most nights, and you always pour my glasses of wine. And you make one bad ass frozen cocktail for when we have pool nights.
I am confident that you always put me before you. I know this because if I wanted tacos six nights a week for dinner, we’d do it, and we all know tacos six nights a week is all me and not you.
I am confident that you are the most amazing father ever. Seeing you with our baby brought my love for you to a whole different level.
I am confident that if you weren’t here, I would never have dessert, and how sad would that be? You’re the one that buys all the ice cream.
I am confident that you’re the best blogger husband ever – you always let me take a picture of your food before you eat it. Pretty cocktails, too.
I am confident that you are the best for always encouraging me to do things I’m afraid of – including giving me career advice when I don’t want to hear it, or to just go and do the weekend in Atlanta. (And you don’t throw any of it back in my face).
I am confident that you are the only husband for me. We laugh at stupid things all the time – we are always on the lookout for the next adventure – we say and do the same things at the same time – we share the same time taste in TV shows and politics (except for the Bachelor – that one I’ll own up to) – we love football and food and beer.
So happy 8th anniversary honey – I’m shocked we’ve made it this far without you killing me. I love you!
(I totally love this picture, because it seriously looks like we’re about to have a thumb war)