I can’t remember the first time I was consciously aware of falling in love with you. I believe I was 11 or 12 when my aunt took me to church to praise and worship you. I began to learn about what love actually means and I became overwhelmed with tears because I learned your love was given before I even existed. You knew about my flaws, my imperfections and the mistakes I would make and yet you still chose to love me. Thank you for choosing me even when I wouldn’t even choose myself. Thank you for choosing me even when I decided to not choose you. Thank you for choosing me when I finally decided to choose you forever.