You would think I had written enough mushy stuff about Randy Robertson. You probably hoped that after “the new” wore off, I would stop.
I didn’t think I could love Randy more than I already did. But the last 7 months have proven me wrong. He is my absolute favorite person in the world. Even when I find piles of dirty laundry instead of just one or better yet, in the hamper. Even when he makes fun of my Downton Abbey obsession. Even when he doesn’t like the way I worded something. He is always my favorite person.
He makes my life richer. I have never been happier or more content. I have never been more me.
I hope that I make him just half as happy as he makes me, not just on Valentines Day, but every day.
Wiley, I love you. So so much. And I am so very glad you are my husband and I am your wife.