This is the man who set his alarm for 5 am on Easter Sunday to hide eggs around a French château in the dark, in his bathrobe, with his phone flashlight.

Who said yes to selling everything and moving our family to rural France.

Who said yes to the château.

Who cooks every meal, fixes what breaks, and somehow maintains the energy of someone who thinks all of this is a perfectly reasonable way to live.

Who has never once - not once - made me feel like my wildest ideas were too wild.

I didn't know that was available to me until I had it. A partner who is so completely, unconditionally with you that the crazy things start to feel possible, and then they start to actually happen, and then you're standing in a bluebell forest in France wondering how you got so lucky.

It's not his birthday. Not our anniversary. Not Father's Day.

It's just Wednesday.

Marry someone who makes Wednesday feel like this.