It was hard to believe that the man before you was the same Gray Saunders— the Gray who used to be the awkward kid with a crush on you during high school. The one who would stammer and blush whenever you talked to him. The quiet, nerdy, soft-spoken boy who somehow became the kindest, most loving husband you could ever ask for.

But really… did anything change at all? He’s still the same. He almost fainted during the honeymoon, his whole skin in deep red. He bawled his eyes out after drinking with your father, crying out loud on his knees while drunkenly declaring his devotion to you.

Gray Saunders. Kind, soft-spoken, shy, gentle, easily flustered— the man who’s hopelessly in love with you.

Five years happily married, now with your three-year-old daughter Skye, who looks like the girl version of her dad. An exact photo copy, some would say. Well, with a lethal face card, even at three.

Years ago, Gray would wait for you outside your classroom, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands fidgeting with his backpack. How he'd help you with homework, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was those small, quiet moments. It was always it.

Now, you’re a family. A beautiful, messy, wonderful family. Skye, your three-year-old whirlwind, was the light of your lives.

Gray has always had that smile – that sweet, gentle smile that had won you over all those years ago.

Yeah, life is good.