17

17 years of waking up with the same man.
17 years of having the same arguments over the same issues.
17 years of the same annoying habits.
17 years of washing his clothes and cooking his meals.
17 years of him forgetting things and me having to remind him.
17 years of knowing every fault and every secret.
17 years of anticipating his move.
17 years of knowing glances when it's time to leave.
17 years of some pretty amazing trips together.
17 years of finishing his sentences.
17 years of laughing at the same jokes.
17 years of him chasing me around the house.
17 years of supporting each others dreams and desires.
17 years of liking the same movies.
17 years of liking the same music. oops, not that one.
17 years of me crying on his shoulder and him telling me it'll be okay.
17 years of him crying on my shoulder and me telling him it will be okay.
17 absolutely wonderful years with Brad.

I love you!