I was skeptical.
I doubted others, never believing their word for the truth.
I built a wall around me and my son, never letting anyone get close to climbing over and into our hearts.
I rarely trusted others and refused to let them close.
I had been hurt, lied to, and broken before and I couldn’t go through that again.
I wouldn’t go through that again.
It was my son and I. A team. Together.
We set out against the world, ready to conquer it all.
I didn’t need anybody else. And I certainly didn’t want anybody else.
Then I met you that night.
You were just the same as everyone else.
I refused to even give you a chance, completely snubbing you as we were talking.
It was a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let myself be vulnerable.
I had too much fear trapped inside of my heart.
But still, you pushed forward.
You weren’t rude or arrogant or crude.
You were kind. Gentle. Patient. Warm.
There was something about you that I knew could be trusted.
Slowly, I let those walls around me crumble.
Piece by piece you helped me heal my own heart.
I felt safe, respected, and loved with you.
Then, on that cold winter night as you gently kissed me goodnight, I knew.
I knew I was in love with you. Completely.
You are my best friend. My other half. My soulmate.
You are my rock and my biggest supporter.
You are the shoulder I turn to first and the smile I search for in a room.
You are the safety I need when my world is crashing down.
You are the gentleness, kindness, and tenderness that warms my heart.
You are my everything.
Thank you for opening your heart to me and showing me what love is.
Thank you for being the man that you are today and the father that you have become.
Thank you for meeting me at the altar four years ago today.
Thank you for saying yes.
I love you. Today. Tomorrow. And always.