Love is not about how many days, months, or years you have been together. Love is about how much you love each other every single day.
In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
I just want you to know, that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you.
Forever is a long time, but I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side.
For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
I just want you to know, that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you.
I didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than I did the day I married you, but somehow my love only grows. I love you today and always.
I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
Better than I was, more than I am. And all this happened by taking your hand.
Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.
