I’ve spent holidays with others of my past, but never did it feel much like Christmas, like it does with you. Mind you, I won’t be shouting your name as I wave you over to jump into the family picture, but you’re my girlfriend, my fiancé, and to have you as apart of my daily routine is more than any material item wrapped in over priced paper that ends up ripped up at the bottom of a garbage bag anyway.
Thank you. For what, you may ask (which I know you will?) For providing for me. Motivation, to better myself, not only for you, but for us. For making me laugh, all seven different laughs that belong to me. For the late night arguments of who loves who more.
Merry Christmas, to the woman I will be calling my wife, my best friend. To the women whose wonderful characteristics and qualities I’ll admire in our children, I love you.
I’ll love you tomorrow.
Merry Christmas, Tonee.