It’s been six months since I married Emma.
In those six months, she’s moved across the country with me. We’ve had ups and downs. We’ve hurt each other’s feelings and made each other stunningly happy. We’ve both found work, and while it’s not the best work, it’s work, and we’re at least keeping our heads above water.
And to be honest, it’s really been amazing. I’ve learned so much. I feel that I’ve grown a lot.
And every day, I fall a little more in love with Emma. Something different every day that I find out about her. It’s been an incredible process, a time that I don’t want to ever end. We’re building something wonderful here, her and I, and I want it to keep going, keep being built, keep being created, forever.
It’s wonderful. I’m the most genuinely… not happy, because I am, but that’s not the word for it. No, the word for it is…
Content. What we have is something that fills me, makes my soul feel completed.
I’m married, and I think it’s the best damn thing ever.
I love you, Emma.
