I spent the evening with a good friend last night, and we got talking about relationships. In the retelling of how I met and fell in love with T, I was filled with overwhelming emotion. My intense joy and love for her welled up through my throat and into my mouth, flowing out in words of appreciation and thankfulness. I felt my eyes swell with tears of happiness.
I simply cannot imagine my life without her in it. I tell her I love her every day, but I think sometimes the depth of my feelings for her goes unplumbed. Some days, it's really important to tell her that I love her more than anything, that I want to grow old with her, that I believe we can handle anything that comes our way together.
I am so unbelievably happy. Often, I find myself wondering how I became so fortunate. Every day I can't help but to smile and be jubilant.
And to think: this love of my life is growing a new life inside, one who will amaze us and hold our hearts in his or her tiny fist each moment of their existence.
I love you so much, T. It's beyond my ability to express how glad I am to be with you and to hold your hand as we step together into this new time in our lives.