June 30, 2007
Dear Stuart,
I think about the time we were standing in your driveway at one of your parties (I mean the ONE party you had that ONE time :) ) We promised each other right there if we hadn't married by 30 (because at 17, 30 is old) then we would marry each other... My knight in shining armor was going to save me from becoming the cat lady who happens to hate cats. I never thought then you would really be the man I would wake up to every morning or you would be the father of our sweet baby Jack. I never thought I would share with you naming our first born, something I had been practicing with every barbie, cabbage patch doll, lizard, turtle (which my mom killed), hamster and even a mouse since I was little.
I am not sure what drew you to me, whether it was my pretty much perfect nose, my striking green eyes, my ability to be loud and occasionally inappropriate, the fact that I will always laugh at a good fart joke, my ability to lose at scrabble graciously and my inability to win graciously or that I can boil water and make the most perfect sloppy joes. Either way I am glad you picked me. Oh, and congrats on landing all you could ever want and more.
I have both deep love and respect for you, I don't know how I ended up with someone so kind and good. In case I haven't told you I want you to know that I appreciate all you do for us and our family. Thank you for letting me sleep on those days I needed "a few more minutes" I've always been an expert sleeper, almost Olympian in my skill to ease into unconsciousness within moments of hitting a horizontal surface, and have been known to sleep in bursts longer than the average life span of a large canine.
For the many late night runs to McDonalds when I decided I would die without a fry and sweet tea before I went to sleep, and that's before I was ever pregnant. Letting our dogs sleep with us, ignoring all of the Britney Spears I downloaded on your itunes. Being so strong during the birth of our son, i will never forget your face when the Dr told you to look because you could see all of his hair or the tear that ran down your face when we saw our baby for the first time on the ultrasound and found out it was a boy. I know you aren't a fan of Decatur (and if I had lived for a while in the beautiful mountains I may have my doubts as well.) but you know how important it is to me to be near my family, especially now so they can watch Jack grow. Thanks for letting me call you Stuey (even though I promised to never do it again, that was the last time)
All of the things I cannot begin to list during my pregnancy, you were great and so patient with me. Thank you for getting up each night with Jack and keeping him all day. Letting me have the controller and keeping the TV on at night so I could sleep, even though you don't sleep as well. Taking us to Church on Sundays and eating meals I've cooked that I won't even eat. For letting me put you through the "worst pain of your life" by eliminating what I thought was a pimple and turned out to be a cyst on your back (there I have officially apologized can we now drop it from further conversations I AM SORRY.) Thank you for making me laugh with your horrible humor that is stupid movie quotes and acknowledging my fear of crowded places and settling on just renting a movie and staying in. For the "HOURS" you spent shopping with me on our honeymoon, I really don't think our other shopping trips combined in the past 2 years would add up to that marathon and holding my hand on our honeymoon when I cried because I was homesick.
I just wanted to say thank you for all of the little things that have stuck with me and meant a lot. I am glad we realized before we were 30 that we were meant for each other, that you are my best friend and the only one for me. Here's to 2 years behind us and a lifetime to go.
I love you.
Whit
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