Sometimes, my life gets so overwhelmingly busy, and at other times so inredibly monotonous, that I fail to see what is right in front of me. Recently, it's been this way. Yesterday, Jess and I were out for lunch. And she got up to refill her drink or something, and I sat there, alone, people watching, as I do often. And as I refocused my glances from one side of the room to the other, I noticed, at the back of the room, the most beautiful girl there. As I watched her doing whatever it was she was doing, I realized that this girl wasn't just any old girl. She was my wife. She was my Jess. And at that very moment, even though my love had never stopped, I fell in love with her all over again.
I love you, Jess. And I'm sorry if, in the midst of everything that we have to do in order to maintain "life" as its known in today's world, I forget to mention that to you, or forget to show you how much you really mean to me. To me, now, and always, you will always be the most beautiful girl in the room.
