Dear Love,

Ever since Friday, February 13, 2004 (the day we met) we've never really called each other by our real names.
Don't ask me why.
I have no idea.
We just don't.
He calls me Rose (my middle name).
I call him Love.
Sounds dorky but it's the truth. So whenever I write him a note, I scribble out, "Dear Love." It makes me smile every time.

This might be my favorite couple pictures of us. Ever.
Grateful to Katie Snyder for these little gems.




My dear Love,
Thanks for knowing that life is about running as fast as you can. My hand safe and secure in yours. Exploring new adventures. Living out loud. Being loud. Being obnoxiously loud. Being passionate about each moment and living a life together glorifying God.

You complete me.
I adore you.
Rose