My Dear Lisichka,

I have no reason to write this letter. No, I do. But maybe it’s that I don’t know how to write letters.

Today marks our first anniversary. One year since you said I do and became fully and irrevocably mine. I’m sure I’m not supposed to be possessive or over the top in letters, but I can’t help it. Every day you spend by my side feels like a dream that I’ll soon wake up from, and there won’t be your little smiles or soft touches or nerdy habits. I’ll wake up and be homeless without you.

And I can’t live without you, Cecily. The other day, you fell and twisted your ankle, and I saw my life flash before my eyes, and for some reason, most of the images were filled with you.

So you are my life, Cecily.

Over the past few years we’ve been together, I’ve seen you thrive and grow into this strong woman while keeping that pure core I fell in love with. I love how you make it your mission to help others, how deeply you get involved in turning the world into a better place while being a perfect daughter and daughter in law.

My parents think they hit the jackpot with you, and they even treat you like a daughter and it’s my biggest pride.

But that’s not all I’m proud of you for. I’m proud you manage to be the anchor of your friend group and selflessly help your clients. But most of all, I’m proud you’re my beloved wife.

You still wrap your arms around me every night, wanting to recharge. You still look at me like I’m your god, just like I look at you like you’re my goddess.

You’re my safety, my refuge, and the one person I can be completely myself with.

I know it wasn’t easy to integrate into my world, but you made it feel effortless. I love you more every day, every hour, and every second. I feel like if I love you any more, I’ll burst and you’ll patiently put me back together again, because you’re my world.

Here’s to eighty more anniversaries where I’m yours and you’re mine.

Now And Always,