Dear Ryan

9 years.

3,287 days

78,892 hours

3 apartments.

1 house.

1 bar exam.

3 jobs.

2 nuggets.

1 puppy.

6 cars.

9 beautiful years. You are such an amazing man, filled with selfless love to spread to those around you. You know how to work hard, and you know how to play hard. You give to others before yourself. You hand out food to the homeless, money to the less fortunate. You give your free time to those who need help. You can get anyone to have a conversation with you, all you have to do is say hello. Your voice is easy to listen to, your stories are aplenty. Your freckles will never go, and without them you'd be unrecognizable. Your smile is worth a million bucks, and your laugh has never changed. Your cooking is restaurant-worthy. Your cleaning skills are mad. You taught me that a pickle was a cucumber. Your drive to hunt is inspiring. Your thoughtful consideration of your health is admirable. Your fathering is impecable. Your ability to keep your cool in the most heated situations is unbelievable.

You, the man I am lucky enough to be married to, are a saint.

I love you.

xoxoxo