three hundred sixty five

Three hundred sixty five days passed.

Three hundred sixty five days, passed in the blur and bustle of life.

Three hundred sixty five mornings of waking up as your wife.

Three hundred sixty five nights (give or take) sealed with a kiss and wishes for the sweetest dreams.

Three hundred sixty five days filled with moments - that when accumulated and inventoried build the history of us.

Three hundred sixty five days, each one bringing with it more love and happiness than I thought possible (for we've shared however many hundreds of days to fill up a decade of dating... but somehow, impossibly, my love for you continues to grow).

Three hundred sixty five days of you in my heart.