dear mr.

Skirt (that is clearly too short): forever21.  Sweater: aeropostale.  Black shirt: H&M.  Scarf: Marshalls.  Boots: Target.

Thank you for hanging out in my sewing room with me last night.  I can't imagine how bored you must get while I'm sprawled out all over the floor designing a new pattern, but I love having you close by.  Love the way your brow furrows when you're concentrating on something.  Love the way your hand curves when you write; I never learned how to do that properly which is probably one of many reasons your handwriting is better than mine. 
 And yesterday, while I was slicing the red onions for dinner, and you chopping away at the pineapple, and (thank goodness) not your fingers, I looked up at you, and even through my burning watery eyes you were so cute and so funny, I thought to myself, "I couldn't love anything more."

Thank you for today.  Thank you for taking a long lunch so you could go to that meeting with me, especially since those kinds of things really intimidate me.  But when you're next to me, I feel like I can do anything.  And because of you, I can.
Thank you for suggesting we go snap a few pictures afterward, so we don't have to worry about it tonight, especially because it gets dark, like really early in Seattle.  
I haven't done everything right in my life, but I picked the right spouse.  Someone I admire, someone who's interesting, who works hard, who's brilliant, who's kind to me.
 patience and kindness.That's the recipe for love.
And you have both in spades.That's why 8 years later, I'm still crazy about you.
Crazy. 

love,