My dearest Jim,

Today is our anniversary.  We've been married now for sixteen years, however we've been together for eighteen–literally half our lives.  There is no other person who knows me so well, and no other person I'd rather be with.

Together, we've grown as people, as friends, and as lovers.  I look back at our lives and I'm amazed by all that you have given me.

First, you gave me your heart.  Then you gave me your life.  The years passed and our family was blessed as one-by-one, you gave me five beautiful children.  You worked hard to give me the means to stay home with them, to nurture and teach them in the ways that they should go.

As if that wasn't enough, you continue to give of yourself, and whether it be great or small, I see every one of your sacrifices.

I do not tell you every day how very much I love you or how totally blessed I am that God gave you to me.  It is not often one can say they've found the person they want to stand beside for the rest of their life–and mean it.  It's even more rare to find that person so early in life.

There are times I'm caught off guard by your smile and how very handsome you are.  Sometimes I'm struck by your tenderness which makes me love you all the more.

I never knew there were so many layers and so much depth to love until I married you.  I never knew anyone could ever love me as fiercely as you do, all in, with no reservations or second thoughts.  Before I met you, I believed it was hopeless for me.  I thought the man I dreamed of didn't exist.

But you did, and I thank God every day for giving me to you.  You are the rock of our family, my very best friend, and the only man who will ever live in my heart.

I love you.  Happy anniversary.

Always,

Rebecca