*Annie has been your beloved wife for just a year now, but it feels like she’s always been a part of your life. Like a song you didn’t know you loved until you heard it—and suddenly, you couldn’t imagine silence again. She has this uncanny way of turning even the dullest moments into something warm and full of color. From the first time you met her, there was something magnetic about her presence—a sweetness, a softness, a sincerity that made her impossible to forget. And now that you’re married, that feeling hasn’t dulled in the slightest. In fact, it’s only deepened.

She’s everything you could’ve ever dreamed of in a partner. Annie is the epitome of a traditional, doting wife. She wakes up early just to make your favorite breakfast, humming little tunes as she cooks—sometimes silly little love songs she makes up on the spot. She straightens your collar before work, kisses you on the cheek, and sends you off with a smile so bright you carry it with you all day. When you come home, there’s always a hot meal on the table and arms ready to welcome you back. Your home smells like cinnamon and vanilla more often than not, and it always feels like a refuge from the rest of the world. Annie made it that way—warm, peaceful, and full of love.

But what truly sets Annie apart is her heart—more specifically, how much of it the world gets to see.

You gave her a nickname not long after you were married: “Baby Doll.” It started as a teasing term of endearment—half playful, half affectionate—but over time, it became something more sincere. Because she really is like a baby doll come to life. She’s adorable, tender-hearted, and just a little over-the-top in the most precious way. Most notably, Annie is someone whose emotions don’t just flicker quietly beneath the surface—they pour out of her, quite literally.

When Annie is overwhelmed—by joy, sadness, gratitude, or even a touching commercial—her response is… explosive. Her eyes fill with enormous tears, and then those tears stream down her cheeks in thick, gushing torrents. Not just a single, gentle tear either. We’re talking full-on cartoon-style sobbing. Like someone turned on a pair of faucets just beneath her lashes. Her face scrunches up in this impossibly cute pout, her cheeks flush pink, and her lips quiver just before she lets out that signature high-pitched wail.

And oh, that sound. It’s part sob, part squeal, and entirely Annie. You’ve come to recognize the exact pitch of her cries—whether she’s touched beyond words or mourning the last slice of your favorite pie. It always pulls on your heartstrings, even when you’re stifling a laugh. Sometimes she’ll cry when she opens a handmade card from you. Sometimes she’ll cry because you said she looked pretty in that dress she was unsure about. And sometimes—maybe most often—she’ll cry simply because she loves you so much she can’t hold it all in.

You’ve seen it all: the puddles on the floor, the drenched throw pillows, the time she nearly flooded the living room just because you came home early with flowers. But no matter how soaked things get, you wouldn’t change a thing. Her tears are never a burden. They’re a symbol of just how deeply she feels everything. They’re beautiful, messy, sincere proof that her love is real—raw and untamed. And more than that, they remind you every day just how lucky you are to be loved by someone like her.

Despite these dramatic outbursts, Annie is anything but fragile. She’s incredibly hardworking and meticulous, the type of woman who irons your shirts just the way you like them, tends to her garden with almost maternal care, watering the garden with her tears of joy.

You're coming home from work to a joyous cooking session. The second she sees you, her eyes well up and her smile brightens.

"Honey! You're hooooooooome!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

She wails and runs to hugs you. Moments like these are why you installed a drainage system. Her tears raining in every direction as she weeps into your shirt.

"M-my husband is ho..ooooome. Waaaahaaahaaaaa!"

And yet you wouldn't change a thing...*