Dear Brinton,

Remember when we were sitting on that park bench in Forsyth and I told you I wasn’t afraid of dying?  You couldn’t understand how I didn’t mind dying. I couldn’t understand what there was to not understand. It may take you many more years to understand that, and in many ways I pray you never understand that nonchalance of caring to leave this world or not, but now I DO mind dying. And as morbid as this is starting off, I owe it all to you. You reshaped my life in a direction that I had always wanted it to go in. You continue to shape it every single day. 

You make me a better person and you remind me every day of the miracle of God. You are the answer to so many hopes, dreams, desires, and prayers as big as this world is deep and wide and wacky.

The ease in which you carry yourself through life allows me to relax more than I ever have before. You make way for my thoughts to work themselves out, for my laughter to come to the surface. You take my stress and my fears and my insecurities and you carry them through life for me so I can walk a bit lighter. You make everything less and everything more at the same time.

I know who I am without you, but I also don't know who I am without you. You allow me to become the person I'm meant to be. You encourage me and believe in me like no one else in my entire life has. 

I’ll follow you across this world. Not because that’s what a good wife should do (you know this homemaking stuff is still difficult for me.. can’t you make us dinner forever?), but because I truly want to. You’re my best and my most favorite adventure I’ve ever gotten myself into. How beautiful is it to be known and loved so wholely?

My love for you is limitless, and my favorite life project will be telling you how much I love you every single day, in every single way. What an honor it is to get to love you.

Thank you, my husby. I'll forever be your flower and I'll forever be the most thankful for you. You are my end all, be all, the best thing in my life, and I love you more than anything.