10/07/2026
Three years married to you. 🤍
And our first anniversary as a family of three. Four, actually. Fiona would never forgive us.
I look at our life sometimes and wish I could pause it. Just long enough to take it all in. You, our little boy, this family we’re becoming. All the things we once talked about that are now right here, in our arms.
This year, I’ve fallen in love with you again, watching you become Bruno’s father.
It’s in the way you hold him. The patience, the silliness, the tenderness. The way you make him laugh. Sometimes I just watch the two of you, and my heart aches a little because I love you both so much.
We’ve changed since we said “I do.” We’re parents now. We’re learning how to make room for all of it, and how to keep finding each other in the middle of it.
And I hope you know how much I still see you. How grateful I am for you. How much I love being your wife, even on the days when I’m tired or distracted and forget to say it.
If I could stand beside the girl I was three years ago, I’d tell her this: you have no idea how much more you’re going to love him.
Happy anniversary, Tano.
I’d choose you time and time again. Knowing everything I know now, with this full and sometimes overwhelmed heart, as I told you in my vows, no matter how far I travel my favorite place on earth is wherever you are. 🤍