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Dear Miguel

By Erin AlvarezUpdated Apr 30, 2020, Published Jul 01, 2016

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Dear Miguel,

Tomorrow is the day, the day that we’ve been waiting for since November 2, 2014. I can’t even believe it, but I’m so ready to start my life with you. Heck, we’ve already started a life together and I absolutely love it, so I’m glad we’re making it officially official now. 

You’re a kind-hearted man, you make me cry from laughing so hard, you also make me give you the Erin glare (the -_- emoji) daily which I secretly love, and you’re equally as obsessed with Layla as I am, which makes us psycho dog parents. But, there’s no one I’d rather be a psycho dog parent with than you. There’s no one I’d rather go grocery shopping with than you (scratch that—groceries cost WAY more when you’re with me). There’s no one I’d rather binge watch House Hunters/Vice/OITNB/The Office with than you. There’s no one I’d rather argue over dishes with than you. There’s no one who gives as good of hugs or who makes me smile like you do. And of course, there’s no one I’d rather grow old with than you. 

I don’t know what else to say excited I’m excited to marry you. 

Also, this actually happened in 2011 I’M JUST SAYING. 

Blog friends—I won’t be MIA, I promise! I have a handful of recipes lined up for when we are away on our honeymoon, so stay tuned for those and be sure to keep up with our Italian adventures on Instagram and Snapchat.