Dear Steven.

Dear Steven: Thank you for making the drive to see me every other weekend and for obsessing in counting down with me throughout each week. I can't wait for Thursday nights when we don't have to say "tomorrow!" it will simply be today and here and now and every day.

Dear Steven: Thank you for always giving me five extra minutes when I ask you to wake me up from a nap and for doing so with a kiss on the forehead and stroke of my hair.

Dear Steven: Thank you for dancing for me over Skype when I'm stressed and studying and missing you. The giggle that turns into a full on laugh as I watch you shake your hips is the perfect remedy for a stressful night.

Dear Steven: Remember when the sun was our friend? I can't wait for endless summers together, of bike riding and kisses under a star lit sky and the 4th day of July. I'm so excited for your hair to lighten up a bit and turn the red that it was when I met you and eat otter pops on our front porch in bare feet.

Dear Steven: Isn't the word our exciting? Remember how we bought those beautiful dishes on Saturday, and how we bought 6 of each so that when we have company over to our house, we'll have enough for not just two, but four more friends.

Dear Steven: You're so incredibly handsome. It's ridiculous how many times I find myself looking at my phone screen, my laptop desktop, and pictures on my walls just give myself butterflies at the sight of your face.

Dear Steven: Thank you for being so good. When people ask me what initially drew me to you, without hesitation I say your goodness. It's a good-to-the-core sort of good and I'm thrilled that I get to be surrounded by your goodness for the rest of eternity.

Dear Steven: I can't believe you're mine. Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting to wake up from a dream because no way could this be real. I am the luckiest girl alive and can't wait to be your Mrs.

I love you to the moon and back, Steven Anthony.

Love, Abbs.