This woman, is my best friend. I love her because she is made of magic, she is made of earth, and she is made of roots of ancient trees. There is an army of old spirits that follow her around, steps in unison, just for her.

I love her because her heart is good, even when its not. Most of all, I adore this woman because she knows who I am, and I know who she is. And the love comes easy anyway.

So, since we were knee high just about anybody really, J and me have been declaring with loving – but still most passionate determination: I Love you MORE!

As you can imagine, we have attempted to demonstrate our undying and superior love for one another in various ways over the years and being who we are – that doesn’t always go according to plan. In fact…