Yo, husband.

Lol because you are stuck with me. Kidding, you're one lucky dude. Kidding, again. But I mean I hope you think you are.

If you're reading this, it means you're "the one." The one that I will vow to spend my life with, build a future with, have children with, and to write our own happily ever after with.

I will go ahead and apologize in advance for all the stress and anxiety I will make you feel on the approach of our big day, we both know I can get stressed out fairly easily. The good thing is you already know that and still chose to pick me.

You know I have scars and wounds, but I genuinely thank you for making me see past those. If I wouldn't have, I wouldn't have you.

Thank you for loving me in my glasses. Thank you for loving me with no makeup on. Thank you for loving me in shorts and a t-shirt.

Thank you for accepting my love for tacos, but I promise I will try to never let my love for tacos come between us.

Thank you for letting me drive even though I drive like a grandma.

Thank you for loving my quirks. For a while, I wasn't really sure if anyone ever could.

I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I've been dreaming about you since I was like five, ya know.

I may not be perfect, and you may not be either, but our life together will be because we have each other. There will be hard times, but it's me and you against the world.

After all, I mean no one gets me like you when you kiss me.

Now and forever,

The Lady in White