Lucky Thirteen
Today is our anniversary! Today, he and I celebrate the day I stood beside the most incredible man I have ever met and vowed to walk beside him through everything life might throw at us. And somehow, even after all this time, it still feels like magic. Like fate cracked open the sky one day and said, Here. This is yours.
I don’t know what I did to deserve a love like this—a love that is not just enduring but exhilarating, a love that continues to deepen and bloom in new and unexpected ways every single day. We’ve built our life like a story worth rereading—layered with adventure, overflowing with laughter, unshakable in its devotion. Our story is not just something we live—it’s something we celebrate.
To be loved by him is to be seen. Truly seen. Not just for what I do or what I say, but for who I am at my core. He has loved every version of me: the ambitious dreamer, the overwhelmed builder, the grief-stricken writer, the laughing wanderer, the strong, the soft, the doubting, the daring. He has held space for all of me without asking me to be anything other than exactly who I am. His love is not performance—its presence. It’s tangible and real. It’s devotion wrapped in delight.
He is joy. He is safety. He is heat.
And yes, I’ll say it—he is a complete and total smoke show. I still get butterflies when he walks into a room, still flush when he smiles at me like I’m the only one who exists. Our chemistry? Off the charts. Our connection? Electric. There is an ease and fire between us that still makes me feel like we just fell in love yesterday, even as we build a life layered in shared memories, dreams, and hard-earned triumphs.
But what takes my breath away isn’t just how he touches me—it’s how he treats me. He listens. Really listens. He supports me in every way a person can be supported. He lifts me when I doubt myself. He laughs at my jokes. He reads what I write. He believes in every single one of my wildest dreams and backs them with his full heart.
He is the best part of every day.
We’ve travelled the world, stood on private islands and in bustling cities, in sacred silence and joyful chaos. We’ve shared meals and dreams and dog cuddles and cat mischief and rainstorms and sunshine and music that always makes us dance in the kitchen. We’ve built businesses together, made plans and promises and magic. Every chapter we write is somehow better than the last.
He is my very best friend. My most trusted partner. My biggest fan. My fiercest protector. My favourite person. My wildest love.
Thirteen years. And still, I wake up every single day and can’t believe I get to do this life with him.
I know what I have. And I will never stop being in awe of it.
So today, on our lucky number thirteen, I just want to say this:
Thank you, my love. For showing me what love truly is. For holding my heart with gentle hands and fierce loyalty. For being everything I never knew I needed and everything I always dreamed of.
You are the greatest gift of my life.
And I love you more than words can hold.
Happy anniversary.
Here’s to forever.
Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚
