Jon, 25 years old, and Anna, 23 years old, have been married for five
Because I love my mom, Anna. I do. I love her different than you, but I love her. And I love my sister and I love my dad. And I honor them. And I comfort them. And I comfort my friends. I have friends I would stand by...no matter what. And I trust them and confide in them. Maybe not the same way I do with you, but I do. But what happens in our bedroom...that is the one thing I do only with you, Anna. That is ours. Do you know what my favorite thing about you is, Anna? Do you? It’s not how smart you are or how kind you are or how you’re Billy’s favorite aunt. It’s that mole you have-- (pointing just below his hip, where his leg meets his pelvis) --Right there. Because I’m the only one who knows it’s there. That may be stupid, and it may make me a caveman, but every time you come out of the shower and you’re drying off and you’re telling me about what you have planned for the day...every day while you’re toweling your hair and I know you can’t see me, every day I look at it and I smile because that’s us to me. Up until two weeks ago, that is how I started my day every day for five years.
You are my favorite person, Anna. And that’s my favorite part of you. And I don’t get why you don’t get why that’s important to me.
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