Brett

Brett doesn’t really have an official nickname at our house, something that greatly concerns Iddo whenever the topic comes up. He’s been known as Emeth Veneeman, Shoe Guy, and Burrpie, but none have stuck the way the rest of ours have. So I’m left just titling this post “Brett.”

I don’t believe in a one-and-only. I’m definitely one to roll my eyes at this song:

Instead I believe that there are many people we could definitely be happy with. Different kinds of happy of course with different people. But still happy and living a wonderful life.

However…

I can’t imagine having anything like the kind of happy I have with Brett if I were with someone else. We fit together in so many ways it’s often spooky some times. We are different unique individuals with different interests and tastes, yet it works out perfectly. We’ve been married for 8 years and known each other for almost 12. I can’t imagine anyone else I want to spend the rest of all the years together with.

He’s perfect for me.

From our first date…

… to now.

I love you Brett.