It’s time again for that annual event that is known as our anniversary. Or, as Mack lovingly calls it our “annie-versary.” Instead of trying to put into words the depth of my love for this man and (most likely) falling short in that regard, I instead share with you my favorite poem by Robert Burns to give you an idea of how much I adore Mack-attack.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

To Mack: my friend, my love, my partner in crime.

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