I’m terrible with words, but in honor of our upcoming 5 year anniversary, here’s an open letter to Jacob.
In the five years that we have been together, I never ever thought my love for you could possibly grow anymore, but with every day that passes, I am proving myself wrong, especially during this pregnancy. You are my best friend, and the love of my life, I love you more and more every single day. I am truly lucky to have you in my life, and Sylas will be even luckier to have you as his father. Your support through this pregnancy is far more than I could ever ask for, and I do not believe I could have chosen a better life partner.
We have so many memories already, some great, some not, but if I had to do it all again, with you by my side, I most definitely would! Our lives are about to change so much, I cannot wait to make memories with you and Sylas, just the thought of watching you be a father to him makes my heart leap. I am frequently reminded how tired we are going to be, and how difficult having a newborn is, but I know that with you as my partner through this life challenge, we will get through it together and come out even stronger as a family.
You are such a loving, caring, beautiful person. I don’t believe I have ever met someone with so much integrity. You make me feel beautiful, even when I know I probably look like a bloated toad, you never let me feel negatively towards myself. I will shamelessly brag about you to anyone and everyone, because you seriously are perfect in my eyes and as I’ve said before I am so lucky to have you in my life.
I would like to thank you for all the beautiful memories I have with you, for putting up with me when I’m being a brat and overreacting, which is about 75% of the time. Thank you for supporting me with the choices I make, and standing with me through everything, for always being there for me, no matter what the circumstances.
These last five years have undoubtedly been the best of my life, cheers to half a decade and many more to come, baby!
P. S. I love you most