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That day.
The day I met my husband at a cafe in SoHo, it was almost love at first sight. It was definitely intrique at first sight. And some attraction.
The day he introduced his two daughters to me, I knew it was a special love. I was embraced not only by his arms, but by his family.
The day I locked up my apartment in New York for the very first time and flew all the way to Australia to live with them, I definitely knew it had to be true love. Nothing less would have made me do it.
The day I slapped down every last cent of my savings and we signed our first mortgaged together, I knew it was committed love. There was something formal and legal and outside of just "us" to our relationship now.
The day I married my husband in a simple, quiet ceremony in our own back yard, it was an easy love. That day was a no brainer: to promise, before witnesses, to love this man for the rest of my life, felt completely natural.
And then there was that day in the hospital, only a few weeks ago. When my husband stood beside me for 11 hours and together we laboured to create something extraordinary. At the end of those 11 hours, they put my blue-eyed daughter on my chest and I looked at her in wonder. Then I looked at my husband with tears streaming down my face and his, and I knew I loved him more than I had in any of those other days.
And there will be many more days to come.
Shannon, I wish you days and weeks and years of love of every kind. May you know joyful love, surprising love, generous love, and above all, lasting love.
{Image via Tiffany & Co. by Peter Lindbergh}
