My Forever Valentine

On Him: White Tuxedo via The Black Tux, On Me: Red Tulle Dress Marchesa Notte

Photos by: Jonny Villanueva

I looked up at the calendar today and I saw February 13th. Honestly, I didn’t really think anything of it and then there was a knock at my door, I opened it only to find a delivery man on the other end brandishing a vase with a bouquet of two dozen roses. That’s when I thought to myself, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! After a 9 year courtship, my husband and I have celebrated our fare share of Valentine’s Days together, yet every year he dazzles me with the same romance and charm that won me over all those years ago.

When we were planning our wedding this past September, we both toyed with the idea of writing our own vows. After mapping out the pros and cons we decided to go the more traditional route, but when I started thinking about what I would say I thought about the word infatuation. On our first date, I still remember that we went to 3 different bars because neither of us wanted the night to end. As the months passed nothing changed, there was still an intense infatuation that we both shared. It was like magic. It was more than a spark it was like an intense flame that couldn’t be put out with all of the water in the Pacific. We would spend hours getting lost in each others company and would block out the entire world when we were on a date because we were so enthralled with our conversation. People make infatuation sound like a bad thing but I think that if you’re still infatuated with someone after 9 years, you marry them and spend your lives indulging in each others company with reckless abandon.

When my husband came home from work, I gave him a big kiss to thank him for the roses and he handed me a card that read: I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love your heart, I love your eyes, I love your strength and I love sharing my life with you. It made my heart smile and my eyes water, but it also made me realize that I am so incredibly lucky to be married to the man of my dreams. To have a love story that people write novels about. It’s rare and precious and something that I’ll never take for granted.  I know that I don’t share my personal life very often, and I won’t make it a habit, but today my husband made my heart skip a beat and that seemed like something  worth writing about.

I hope you have a beautiful Valentine’s Day.

Xoxo -E