Dear Jon,
Tomorrow marks our 5th year of marriage. Looking back, it's hard to believe that it's already been five years, yet I can't imagine not being your wife. It's become so much a part of who I am.
Remember how scary getting married was? How uncertain everything felt? Yet, even then I knew that we were meant to be together, that somehow all the drama and stress of wedding planning would melt away and our life would begin again.
The last five years have brought with them a whole new set of challenges, but overall, I can honestly say that somehow, I love you more today than I did back then. The gift of marriage is something I don't think you can explain to anyone who hasn't experienced it, and it's taken me a long time to accept it. Thank you for giving me that gift.
You truly are the best husband a woman could ask for. You're kind, and funny, and {if asked nicely} will do just about anything I ask of you. I'm a very lucky woman.
I love the way you take pride in our home. I love the way you get excited over little things, and open your heart to others. I love that you always have 2-3 beverages going at any given time. I love how you come upstairs to "tuck me in" at night, and even though you tease me that you won't do that anymore once the baby comes, I know you will. I love that I've taught you to be a hugger. I love the sound of your breathing in the bed next to me every morning, and the way your feet stick out from underneath the covers. I love that there's no doubt in my mind that you are gonna rock at being a dad. I love the way you support me, and encourage me, even though I'm stubborn and don't want to see that all the time. I love that your family is my family, and vice versa. I love you.
When I think back over the last five years and how far we've come, I can't help but get excited about what the next five years will bring. Where will we be in five years? There's no doubt our lives will look quite different by then. One thing I do know is that it's going to be wonderful, cause I'll be with you.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
Mrs. Davis
p.s. Lydia is turning 17 tomorrow too! Can you believe how little she was at our wedding? Awe.