To Jacob, my baby,

HALF A YEAR? Woah time goes by too fast, I swear we were JUST calling each other fat the other day. Nevertheless, I love you so fucking much. It’s been the best six months with you ever, I cannot put into words how in love I am with you. I know we call less now, but our calls are genuinely the best now. They’re so fucking meaningful, and I love talking about our future with you. One where we have Annie and Michael, one where we have each other, a future I cannot wait to have with you. You’re so fucking amazing, no words can put into how much you have been there for me this month. From calling me at 4am when I got bailed on, or consoling me at 3 when I’m ugly-crying, or just napping on call while I study and blast sad music. You being there matters more than anything to me. It shows that you care, that even though you’re going through your own shit, you care enough to show up and tell me I’m worth enough for you to change and convince me to stay. And as funky as you are to fashion shows, I do love a man that goes all red when I put on my favorite shirt, just saying. Point is, it’s been the best month with you, baby, and one day we’ll have anniversaries and not just monthversaries, then mother’s day, father’s day, Annie’s first birthday, Michael’s first birthday, and many more to come. You mean the world to me, and one day I’ll make sure you know it. I love you baby, us forever.