Seven years.

I could have never imagined as a bright eyed, young bride of 22 what my life would look like 7 years later.

Tony and I were relatively quick to marry, just a little over a year and a half after we met online. Thankfully, what we saw in each other then was correctly assumed. The many good characteristics Tony told me of himself and the numerous ones I saw in him, have only grown stronger in our years together.

I think about our crazy life together like two people holding hands twirling. Seriously, go there with me for a second. With our hands clasped and our feet moving, we can be in complete unison, just along for the ride, with the trees and warm sunshine a happy blur. Sometimes, one of us will misstep though. Our hands can remain clasped, but it's a little jerky getting back into rhythm. Jerky, but not impossible. [it's a dorky analogy, but I like it]

Mr. Fontaine, there's no one else I'd do life with.

No one.

Thank you for being a man of integrity, who wants nothing more than to be a Godly example to his children and wife. I'll thank you for it now, they will thank you for it later.

If there was one thing I could say to summarize your devotion as a husband, it is this; there has not been a minute in any single hour I have been your wife that I have ever doubted your love for me.