This is love...



I just wanted to preserve this message my husband Jarrod left me on Facebook yesterday -- a particularly bad day.

"In this one, brief glimmer of existence where we find ourselves ever so temporarily, I choose to love you. Because you are everything that is right with humanity. That's honestly not hyperbole. 


You are responsible, compassionate, intelligent, and infinitely patient. When I am with you, my pessimism subsides, and I feel hopeful that one day, perhaps long after we've passed on, that most of the human race will be as rational, compassionate, and loving as you are. 


I am in love with you, Vanessa! Everyday, just by being your sweet, beautiful self, you inspire me to become a better man. And I want to share the rest of my life with you. 


...I'm so glad I married you. :)"

Here was my sacchrine response:

"Oh wow. Every second you prove to be the best man I've ever known. I love you so much. I really needed this right now. How do you know me so well? 


I'm so glad I married you too, Jarrod. We might be putting everyone on our Facebook's into a sugar coma, but I don't care. You're my favorite person on the planet. I'd ask you to marry me over and over again. It already feels like we're on a permanent honeymoon.


Love you!"

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