Don’t take it for granted.
Love like you don’t don’t have tomorrow.
Breathe like you don’t get the next one.
(this sounds too much like Lee Ann Womack)
I am in love. 100% in love.
8 months, 18 days, 10-hours, and counting.
Come what may (sung in Ewan McGregor style), I will always love this woman who is falling asleep as I type this.
It is a privlege to love. I refuse to take it for granted. I refuse to take it lightly. I refuse to be a statistic.
I pledge here and now, again, to love with all the God-given gumption (gumption?) I can muster.
When I mess up – and forget that she’s more important than me – someone kick me in the buttocks, please.
Thank you.