Prologue.
I knew you were it after our first night. Although I don't think I would let my mind listen to my heart. It was too scary, to think after one meeting with someone you could know it was over and things would finally start making sense.
I'm a silly girl, playing games in my head. That first night when you drove me back to my car I walked and thought 'If he waits for me he's special.' Admittedly, I already knew you were special, all the little things you noticed like the tattoo on my wrist (its such a small mark on my canvas, but one of the first things you noticed) and mentioning that Maggie song was playing in your head all day. All the ways you made me laugh... You did wait for me though, you waited until I unlocked my door, you waited until I started my car, you waited until I drove away. No monsters got me that night because you were my guardian, no monsters will get me the rest of my life.
In the nine months we have been together I have learned more about life, love and myself than ever before. In your stories I have found my stories, in your confidence I have found my confidence, and in your love I have found within myself a greater capacity to love others and myself. You have been my revolution and I don't really know how to thank you for that but I am going to spend the rest of my life trying.
Our Language.
The way we communicate is so special to me. The words we speak, the words we don't speak, the actions that speak so much louder than words could scream at times. Everything conveying that each of us understands the other.
Our house is infested with bugs. All different varieties. To the untrained eye these bugs may appear to be the walking of two fingers upon the other's skin. But we know the truth... Bugs. All different kinds-- tickle, naughty, I love you, silly. At time clarification is needed and one of us will stop to as the other, "What kind of bug is that?"
A question, an answer, a bright bright future.
I don't believe I have ever met a moment in time as sweet as our moment on the lake July 2nd, 2007. Basking in the sinking sun, with the water spinning diamonds all around us. Muscles beneath glistening summer skins paddling our bodies over the placid water, greater than us. And in one moment a bug moves across my leg and quizzically I ask, "What kind of bug is that?" And you say, beautifully, simplistically "A will Maggie marry Josh bug." Maggie will.
Josh, 
