It's been 6 years since you walked down the aisle; 6 years since we exchanged our vows and chose to live the rest of our lives together.
I know that deep inside, you live with the guilt of "making" me marry you so early in my career. I had barely stepped off the plane, and the ink on my bachelor's degree was still wet. I know that you feel bad that I had given up dreams of working abroad and the chance that my work would have made a difference in some global product of some sort. I know this because whenever I tell you of the wonderful people I've met in the States and the amazing work they're doing, there's the split second of a pained smile.
I do not mean for you to live with this guilt. It is unfair to compare the concreteness of reality to the fluffiness of dream scenarios where every little detail falls in place.
It is unfair because the last 6 years of being married to you has been an experience I can only describe as perfect, and all the other paths combined pale to a single moment shared with you. To have you beside me for the moments of laughter, tears, awe, uncertainty, good times and bad, and sharing the trenches of parenthood is the greatest blessing of my life.
Thank you for choosing to marry me.