I married you.
We'd already gone through the romantic cliches everyone else dreams about - most importantly, love at first sight. Your eyes have always been my weakness. And I know sometimes you don't believe how intuitive I am, but I knew, even as a hormonal teenager, that we would be happy together.
I remember all the cards you used to write. The long hours we spent on the phone when we were separated by a five hour car drive. And how I had to tell you to stop sending me flowers every week because clearly your credit card company didn't approve.
We've been blessed since the day we shared our first drunken kiss inside the walls of the Melbourne Crown Casino. However, not everything has been smooth sailing. Each obstacle has made us stronger...well, except maybe the kids, I'm certain they're sucking away our sanity - but we over come all our challenges together.
You are not only my best friend, you are a part of me that I wouldn't be able to breath without. Your selflessness is one of the many reasons I love you so much. And although we aren't perfect, I know we are perfect for each other.
So, thank you. For the smiles and the laughter, the strength and support. For the unending smart-ass comments that always make me smile. For becoming more like me, and changing me to be more like you. And for returning the love of this high-maintenance gal.