I am married to a man who loves me for me. Unapologetically. Unabashedly. He just does. And I am so thankful. Admist my doubts and insecurities, he constantly reminds me to embrace who I am–and challenges me to push myself to that end. I do not know what I would do without his encouragement and faith in me.
So, Brian, thank you for encouraging me to grow. In my faith, in my career, in my writing. In everything. Thank you for being the guy who will hop a plane to fly across country with me without a second thought. The guy who lets me cry on his shoulder without asking why. The guy who would sit through the Rockettes without a single complaint. But mostly, thank you, for loving me for who I am.