Day 2: Certainty

Dear McHale,

I kind of wish we were millionaires today because having to spend 8 hours in an office instead of at home with you is depressing. I miss you every moment I'm away. And yes that is sappy, but I guess I'll just have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.

It amuses me how just the idea of spending a few hours alone with you once a week can send me into a hyperactive super giddy mode. Have I told you that you're downright amazing, and I super duper love you?!? Not in the last 20 minutes? Oh my bad. Well, you are and I do.

Today at lunch it hit me hard how real this is. It's still bizarre to me that I know without a shadow of a doubt that I am going to marry. And that you were made to be my other half. I've talked marriage many times before. I've even gotten pretty close to actually tying the knot, but I've never been so certain of a relationship, of a love, of a man as I am of you. Of us.

I love you. Forever.

Love,
Annie