My love

No amount of words will equate to the level of respect and admiration I feel for you, Nancy.  I could spend the rest of my life writing and fill journals and books and libraries, but never come close to fully describing the feelings I have.  I have seen you grow, I have seen you learn, I have seen you stand up and fight the evils in this world like the soldier you are.  I have watched you heal from physical as well as emotional injuries, and I will never be able to convey my pride in a way that would satisfy the true definition of it.  All the cliche phrases and simple sentiments seem so trite and unfinished...I love you.  I am proud of you.  Eight words.  Eight words that mean the world and more.  Eight words to describe an emotion so complex, it has inspired countless poems and songs and paintings.  They are so simple, they are so small.  So easy.  But they have to do, I guess.