Eight years ago today we were right here promising forever. Today I’m promising it all over again. Dear Justin, you make me laugh like no one else, the nook in your neck that smells like shave oil and soap is my home, I admire your ability to build or fix anything you put your hands to including the ten #marantzhouseproject things you finished while I was gone, the art you create leave me in awe every single time, and most of all you are my very best friend. Yesterday as we got into Vermont for a few days away, I just kept looking at you & thinking “I can’t believe he’s mine.” For the past eight years and the next 800 to come, I will always choose you. Whatever souls are made of, yours & mine are the same. Love you!