And If you ever have to ask, “do you still love me?” I can tell you this: Our story isn’t finished yet.

It’s not over until we live under the same roof, making waffles on Saturday mornings and taking the dogs on walks.

It’s not over until I’ve taken your last name, your side on the bed and all of the snacks you e hidden in the cupboard.

It’s not over until I have your children, looking at me with their green eyes and telling me how they think desert first would be better tonight (and it would).

It’s not over until we see the world together, collecting photos as souvenirs for a photo album that has been filled long ago.

It’s not over until we create yearly traditions. Celebrating the family that we have and created on multiple days of the year.

It’s not over until we help each other achieve our goals and succeed together.

It’s not over until years have passed, we are gray and old, sitting on the porch watching the sunset every single night.

So if you ever find yourself wondering, know that if I’m breathing – I’ll be in love with you until my last breath.