Have we talked about this yet? Because I want to talk about this. Consider this a late Valentine’s post if you want to. But be warned, that under the cut, I’ll be talking a lot about my husband.

I’m pretty sure that I’ve told you that I love you multiple times a day, every day for the past year. In fact, I know that I’ve already said it multiple times today. But nonetheless, I want to start this off with - I love you. 

I’m sure that when you look at this, you won’t see anything near what I see - but that’s why I point things out when I do, you know? I don’t know what you’ve been doing lately, but please keep doing it. This photo… This is the Louis that I fell in love with nearly four years ago. This is the most gorgeous thing that I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I don’t know if I even know enough words to describe it. 

You look refreshed, rejuvenated, happy, genuinely involved in the moment. You don’t look worn out, or ill. You don’t look like you’ve been stressed about things. You don’t look so thin that your bones are nearly protruding… You look happy. You look…. You look young. You look like that childlike spirit is back in your eyes. The spirit that you hold so dear. 

Young and happy. That’s a good look on you. You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen, but in moments like that… You couldn’t possibly be more perfect.

I love you.