I married my bestfriend. We aren't perfect. We have our flaws. We don't make the best photos. We don't try to be the couple of the year everyone envies. We fight. We cry. We some times lose ourselves along the way.
And you know what? I'd still to choose to be beside her. We'd still choose to be together doing whatever, talking about what food to eat, gossiping about the people we hate, making crazy eyes at opposite ends of the table, sipping drinks that I'd finish in 6-8 sips and her taking forever to finish hers.
If I told my 20 year old me that love and marriage is about the little things, the compromise and daily lives you both spent I bet he wouldn't believe me. I know I've changed a lot ever since we we met and spent more than 3 years together. And I still fall in love with the small details and acts she does everyday. My best friend and now wife, how lucky am I to have you in this lifetime?
I love you, G. 🌹












