Everyday I wake up grateful for you. I wake up grateful when you're next to me, and not out in the field with Army training. I'm grateful that for two years the Army has kept you here in the states with me, even if there have been long, drawn-out trainings that have caused me to not see you for weeks (or months) at a time. I'm still grateful. Grateful that you chose me to spend forever with. Grateful that for our anniversary every year we will be able to make this pic-ception (HA!) more epic. Grateful that eventually you won't even be able to see the first picture, or the fifth, or the tenth (or 20th, or 50th). Now, my sweetest Finn, I write to you. All I ask is, when your dad and I are 90 (even if we are in wheel chairs.. even if one of us is alone), you still make sure this picture is taken each year, until we have both moved on to our resting place. It already means far too much to me, just like you and your dad do.
Thank you for being mine forever. Both of you. 💙