Eleven.

Eleven years ago, I wore a beautiful white gown and walked down the aisle toward this amazing man, and then we said, “I do.”

Eleven years ago, I said that I would love him forever and a day, and he said he’d love me, too.

Eleven years ago, I had no idea that we would move to Austin, that we would live in Boston for a while, that we would decide not to have children, that we would blossom into the people we are now, together.

Eleven years ago, I married my best friend. And every day since then I have thanked my lucky stars that I found him so early in my life, and that I am still able to spend every day with him.

Happy Anniversary, my handsome prince. I love you more than my luggage.

11 thoughts on “Eleven.

  1. Flavia

    wow, that was nice :)
    tomorrow (mon 16 aug) I will be able to say more or less the same things to my italian-lebanese prince, to whom i’ve been married for 4 years.
    tanti auguri, carissimi! tante belle cose ;) xx

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