A Letter For Her

Dear Savannah,

One year.

12 Months.

365 Days.

8760 Hours.

525600 Minutes.

31556926 Seconds.

That’s how long it’s been since I first asked you to marry me. To become my best friend through all that life has to throw at as. For us both to help make the other the best person they can be. To laugh together. To cry together. To hope together. To be with one another in pain. This is the incredibly important commitment that we both have decided to take on.

When I asked you, I had a whole speech planned. It was magnificent, had all the words in the right places, all the right inflections and act

 

ions, and every second to prepare for it. But instead, as I knelt there in front of you, ring in hand, all I could think of was “I love you. You are my best friend, and I love you so dearly.” Stupid and corny as this is, it felt like the most important thing to say. I didn’t feel the need for a long and elaborate speech. I felt like all of our shared amazingness was in those few simple words. There was nothing more poignant to say.

And I echo this today, even as you expect some super long post about us and about the fact we’re getting married (YAY!), the best thing I could possibly say, forgetting about all the lead up that I just typed out, is this:

I love you. You are my best friend, and I love you.

Welcome to our future,

Will