My husband has been feeling sad lately, as he has his own blanket of grief that falls over him from time to time. I am doing my best to let him grieve in his own way, while still letting him know I am here, I love him, and he is not alone.
So, with that in mind:
Honey, I know you haven’t seen Juno, and I know a song from a movie about a pregnant teenager may seem an odd dedication, but I really can’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you. (This sentence will make more sense in a minute and fifty-nine seconds. Trust me.)
So here it is.
I love you.