drammatical

Today marks the beginning of my wedding anniversary month. Last year this time I was so excited/ nervous/ stressed to have been getting married in 11 days. In just 11 days! This is a happy month for me so no more pity party. No more feeling sorry for myself. And no more bitching about serious stuff either, no more bitching period. Gravity stay the hell away from me. (John Mayer)

Every day leading up to my anniversary I will write about my love for my husband. No more complaining about what he's done, or hasn't done for that matter. No more bullshit from me either. I've started a personal journal for all my shit. Whenever I have the urge to get all negative or sad or angry or just plain bitchy I'll turn to this book and divulge it all.

I love my husband so much I really can't bear to think of my life without him. Sometimes I hear people talk about their significant others and wonder if they'd never met them what life would be like. For me this concept is unfathomable. My heart starts racing in a really bad way just thinking about this. He is the only person that actually gets me. He understands me. He can read me. At all times he knows my moods, thoughts, and feelings. This man is really my soul mate. We connect in way that is indescribable. He's my protector, lover and therapist all at once. Because of him I am. He has impacted my life in so many ways, too many to begin to describe. He is kind, generous, loving, smart, strong on all levels, and has the best heart I have ever known.

I love you sweetie so much and I'm sorry for all the times that I've negatively altered your mood. You always try to make me happy and for that I am happy.