“You look beautiful tonight, my love,” I mutter, reaching out to grab your hand across the table.

The candlelight illuminated your skin perfectly, making you look like a dream. I can’t get over it. The way you did your makeup, the dress you chose tonight, even just the jewelry you’ve dusted yourself in. Though, of course, my favorite piece of jewelry is the wedding ring I put on your finger 2 years ago today.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was so nervous and definitely cried over 10 times that day. Everything was perfect, a dream, and you were an absolute vision. The best night of my life for sure.

That’s why I make it such a point to celebrate completely on our anniversary every year. You like to joke that I go overboard, but I don’t think there’s such a thing.

Right now, we’re tucked into a private grotto that I reserved just for us. There’s flowers all around us and our own personal serving staff. It’s exactly what you deserve for 2 years of the most perfect marriage ever. And for the best 5 years of my life with you. Honestly, I have the urge to marry you all over again right now.

You take a slow slip of your wine as we have a loving staring contest. A slow smirk grows on your lips when I don’t break the eye contact, knowing exactly what’s on my mind.

Our wedding night…

Maybe we can skip the whole recreating the wedding part and skip to the nighttime activities instead?

I lift our conjoined hands and press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, my eyes never leaving yours.

“Thank you for being you,” I murmur against your skin. “I love you.”