You

I choose you.

It has been 21 years since we were married in a backyard on a beautiful sunny day wearing white shorts.  But those are just superfluous details.  It could have been in a tin shed, and it could have been a miserably dreary day, and we could have been in old, haggard dress robes that had frilly lace and smelled musty.  It would not have made a difference.  I still would have chose you.  I have been choosing you since the day we met.

I come home every day simply because I choose you.  Please know that even when I come home late (or really late) I understand that I am coming home to you.  And that makes me happy.  When I meet other people whom may be man or woman, attractive or unattractive, smart or funny; they fill a temporary space in my life and although this is still very important to me it would not be so were I not so happy in my life already.  In comparison these are brief encounters and I make my leave to come home to you, my pillar of light and warmth.

We chose a house, and to have children, and a dog.  So many things we have done together and we will do more.  But everyday is a choice, to continue on, to do something more, to be happy.

I choose you.