As you know, there are a few things I love about you.
I often rave about to the annoyance of other people, but I think my favourite thing is the
profound effect you have on everyone you touch.
It fills me up to watch you interact with someone.
You see their shoulders drop, their faces soften, and their eyes are open-wired.
They trust you.
It makes me super-route.
Truly, Freer-Burn, you're one of a kind.
You are my forever love, and I can't wait to start our next chapter.
So on that note, Freer-Burn, let's start this next chapter with another high-five.
Farrah Jane, it's soon to be.
We're almost husband and wife.
And if there's one thing that I surely know, it's the start of a beautiful life.
But one thing that I never thought, and I know now I was wrong, was I'd love a girl
who can't really sing.
In fact, barely sing along.
Farrah, come with me, my darling.
Reach out and take my hand as we trot around this little sphere through city's bush and
sand.
We'll carpe diem, take the horns, while adventures come and go, and memories full of love will
make as we watch our family grow.
And although, you know, these skinny limbs won't sport a Farrah tattoo.
When we're old chappies with false teeth and nappies, you can trust that I'll always
love you.
I could stare at you forever, but we really ought to go, for the bush had sprints of meters
that the townsfolk will never reach.
So come with me, my hunum, for our journey soon to start, and don't forget you're long
not alone, you have with you my heart.
To the girl who knows all about me and loves me all the same.
My wife, my honey babies, Farrah, I love everything about you.
You're dangerously witty all the time, I mean stitches constantly, you're incomparably
caring, and it never ceases to amaze me how many people you put in front of yourself.
And to quote your mum earlier this week, you ground all of us.
You're stern, but you're flexible, and you're understanding, particularly with me, who,
as you would have heard, I can be a bit of a scatterbrain.
I love you are a hopeless romantic, from your tears over the John Lewis Christmas commercials,
to your love for that scared little girl from the Wizard of Oz.
And to quote that little girl, Judy Garland, and this sums up how I feel, it was not into
my ear that you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips that you kissed, but my soul, Farrah darling, I love you to the moon
and back, and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
