A thank you letter to my husband

Dear Rand,

I just wanted to say thanks.

For waiting until I’ve photographed your food before you start eating (even when you’re starving).

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For getting us to the airport waaay too early, even if it means that we’ll be sitting around for the better part of an hour, because you know I freak if I think we’re running late.

For teaching me to appreciate things.

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For helping me in my never-ending quest for cake.

For actually thinking I’m funny. Sometimes.

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For not criticizing me when I try on every single outfit I’m about to pack for a trip beforehand, in order to properly coordinate accessories and shoes.

For encouraging me (and this blog).

For stuff like this:

And now my heart is full.

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For covering up any and all lights in our hotel room (whether they be emitted by cell phones, laptops, or alarm clocks) because you know I can’t sleep unless it’s pitch black.

For making me smile.

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For packing me snacks before every trip.

For agreeing to go along to all the dorky, stupid attractions and tourist traps I insist on visiting (and for occasionally even agreeing to have fun while we’re there).

For keeping me warm.

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For never, ever, getting fed up with me.

For insisting that I try to see the bright side of things, and the good in everyone (like you do).

For being so damn handsome.

I know you say you aren't, but you're wrong.

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For the last two years, and more.

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Happy Anniversary, babe.