Still

Eleven years ago today, at a little after noon on the hottest Saturday of the summer, this is where I was.

I’m the one in white at the front of the church.

A lot of things have changed in the last eleven years, but the thing that remains the same is that there is no one else I would rather spend my life with than him.

It’s been fun. It’s been hard. Most of all, it’s been an adventure.

We’ve laughed a lot and cried a little. We’ve learned what it really means to love someone for better or for worse.

It’s been more than I could have hoped for or imagined and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

I love you, P.

You’re still the one.