Dear Randy,

“I love you” doesn’t seem adequate anymore because what I feel for you goes so much deeper than that phrase. You are my partner, my confidant, and my best friend. You make the bad days good again and the good days better. You push me to be a better person, to be stonger, and to lean completely on my Heavenly Father.

I trust you. Thank you for creating a consistent, steady, stable haven for us. With all our craziness and our roller-coaster of a life, you are the rock that makes us steady. Your calm, cool, collected self is the perfect balance for my not-so-calm, hot-headed, ditzy self. Thank you for not being afraid of me and standing up to me. Thank you for not putting up with my “Springer” side.

Thank you for being my sounding board and for telling me when my ideas are bad. Thank you for being patient and listening when I interrupt your newspaper reading. Thank you for laughing at me when I am stubborn. I am so glad and grateful for the balance we’ve created.

It’s hard to put into words the adventures that we have and the places that we go. It’s hard to say how it makes me feel. But you fill me with joy and, most days, the smile on my face is because of you. It’s not the books, the antiques, NPR, coffee, newspapers, the routines, the dogs, the meals, the gym, the car rides, the kids, the meals, the little surprises, or anthing tangible. It’s the laughter, the brainstorming, the dreams and hopes, the silence, the prayers, the winks, the hand squeezes, and the hugs that always happen right when I need them, that make me love you, appreciate you, and realize that it really can’t get better than this.

You are my heart and I love you. I’m glad we’re sharing life.