As I sit here, in this Summer evening, at a picnic with the man I love, I wonder... How did I get so lucky?

It's been 7 years since we got married on a scorching Saturday in Vegas. We have, however, been together for almost 13 years... It makes me question... what is time, really?

I have been given this one beautiful, erratic, exaggerated life to live. And as the years pass, and as we age and become more and more accomplices in this journey, I grow certain that I need more time. Because as long as we both shall live (and may that be very long), it still won't be enough time to be with him, to be his, to commit.

How did I get so lucky? I wonder, to find, so far away, this kind of love of which one can only dream, and see in movies and stuff, but that I actually live.

On a Summer Tuesday, as the sun sets and we improvise an imperfect picnic and laugh, I realize this is more than luck. This is undeniable, unbelievable, extraordinary love.

Happy Anniversary, Chris. I love you. Thank you for everything. <3

-Laine