Hey Babe,

My best intentions of writing you at least one love letter a month haven't exactly panned out. Things have been crazy, as you well know - what with being on call 24/7 for 13 days straight and my news director dying unexpectedly. To be perfectly honest, this blog was nowhere near my mind. Through everything, all I wanted to do was just be with you.

I don't think I could have made it through all of that without you. You're my rock, you know. You're the anchor that keeps me from getting knocked about during stormy seas. Corny, I know. But it's true.

I love that I'm starting to rub off on you, and you on me. I love your little quirks, and I like that now I'm not the only person who 'calls' for lost items. I'm so glad we can be silly together.

I know a lot of people don't believe in a higher power, but when I look at us, there is no other explanation. Finding you was fate. Loving you was destiny.

I am so excited about our future. I can't wait to be out of this little apartment and have our own place. It's going to be an adventure!

I love you so much.
You're my favorite.
You're my only.