to my husband

(Bear with me, brave readers. There may be a slight amount of cheese ahead.)


You have believed in me since the day we met. You never tell me that my butt looks big in these jeans even when it does. You know when I need to break out of my little box and push me to do it. Without your support, your vehement objection to dino-chicken bites, and your inability to find a lasagna recipe with ricotta, I would not be doing this.

I love you.