Hey baby, I love you to death. You make me so very happy.

All day, we've been texting, having little side conversations, talked on the phone a few times...

All day, I've been smiling. Laughing. Bragging about how awesome you are and how lucky I am to call you mine.

Then our second to last conversation was about Audrey or Apollo, and I was elated. It didn't matter that I was furious at everyone I worked with, including the two people who are competent and supposed to make the job easier and were making it far, far worse. What mattered was soon, I'd be living with my dream. Holding her every night. Making the family I've wanted for years, with the perfect woman for me.

I thought that was the end of us talking for the day, and I was very happy to end on that note.

Then we talked all through bowling, and the conversation ended on us talking about our wedding. It somehow got better. I've told you that you impress me all the time. One of the ways you do that is by taking me to new heights of comfort, of being myself, of feeling loved and being happy. Just when I think "holy shit, this is the happiest I've ever been and ever could be..."

You take me even higher.

Aishiteru, kireisan.