To the rockstar husband who puts up with my marathon baking, who pays for my shoe addiction and who never says that I’m looking a bit “fluffy” and I should go work out. There is always some sort of harebrained idea going on and he just nods and waits for the outcome. I love you and I’m so happy you got into town just in time for our anniversary. Tonight is sushi in Half Moon Bay, and probably time just being stationary (he drove from MO to CA).
The past 13 years have been insane honestly. Lots of ups and downs and in-betweens. I’m happy to have put up with all the crap to get this far, and I hope he feels the same 😉