87

Happy 87 months to my wife, my love, my rock, my all.

86

To my wife, whom I love more than anything.

Happy 86 months together. I can't tell you how much I'm glad we are together.

To my wife

A very happy birthday to you.

As a gentleman, I shall refrain from passing on the age. That said, she is timeless in all the right ways.

I love you.

85

Today, 85 months ago, my wife and I were married. Even though I haven't written on here in a while, and because I can't bring him flowers on the 19th of every month (thanks to the cats), I feel it's the least I can do to stand up on my little e-soap box and tell the world how lucky I am to have her.

I love you, my dear. Happy 85 months (or 7 years, 1 month) to you.

84

To my darling wife, happy seven years of marriage together, through good times and bad. You are the one whom I love and wish to be with, above all others and without question. I'm lucky I married you, and an happy you are still with me (even though I'm currently curled up on the couch under the pitiless cloud of a cold). I loved our time in Victoria over the weekend, and I hope we can return for more explorations. And no, I don't mind all the times you have me stand in front of something for a picture (John in front of a totem pole, John with a cup of tea, John with a sandwich).

Now, I can hear you chopping onions and playfully scolding our kitten for being too curious about the dinner you are lovingly preparing. They are sounds of tranquility and domesticity. It makes me happy to be here, back in our little home, hearing you moving around, knowing you are there. It is the best anniversary present I could ask for. I love you.