My Cowboy

Matthew,
You will never understand how I love you.
When we are apart my day cannot be perfect.
I think of you one hundred times more than I tell you.
I dream about our future even more and worry about how far it seems.
You're my best friend baby.
There isn't anything I can't tell you. Nothing I don't tell. Everything I want to tell you. And something I will always tell you.
I love you more.
I want to be your wife and stay up late at night talking in bed about the kids, work, family, our dreams, fears, love, life.
I want to cook meals for you and cry because I know they aren't good enough.
I want to be held in your arms when I am terrified, nervous, worthless, unheard, sorry, angry, and excited.
I want to dance with you at our wedding and have people amazed that we have been together for so long.
I want little kids in grocery stores to stare at us and get excited about when they get older.
I want to see your strong arms carrying our tiny daughter.
I want to see our children run around the house because they don't want double T time.
I want you to look at me every now and then and remember why you fell for me in 8th grade at Bowie Junior High School.

I love you forever.
Bianca Maria Garcia