Mil,
How can I measure my love for you? In the cups of coffee you bring me every morning? In the minutes in between church and household chores? In soft words of love and encouragement you've given me in the past two difficult years? I don' t know. I don't know if I'll ever know how to measure my love for you.
What I do know is my heart is yours. I'm so grateful that God spared your life many times over... Lord knows I wouldn't be able to do what I do without you. Another year of life awaits us and I'm privileged to call you my wife and best friend.
Don't worry. One day the kids will be gone and it'll be just you and me! Quiet and clean house with no attitude or teenagers. Ahhhhh, I can't wait. You and me have a date tonight to celebrate your 21st birthday (come on, Mil! I ain't going to reveal your REAL age!).
Pancho