Twelve years ago we two became one.
Today, we are one with many blessings. Together counting each blessing with love, patience, and grace.
Not every moment has been perfect, not every day a joy. But each day has made us more perfect for each other while we practice looking to God for our happiness and peace.

She is still my beautiful bride. She still awes me, inspires me, and makes me blush. She tests me and makes me stronger. She corrects me and makes me more tender. She is my pearl. My treasure. And I still long to protect her and share her with the world.

I love her.

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