Eight little puzzles. All you — your nicknames, your favorites, your terrible jokes. Solve them in order.
Moonpie. Shnookums. Bebe. My love, my darling, my sunshine — pick whichever one you're in the mood for today, they're all still true.
You're the goofiest, kindest, most selfless person I know, and somehow also the only person who can hold four thoughts and still remember to text me at 11:11. Every day, no matter what, we talk. That's not nothing. That's everything, actually.
Happy anniversary. I love you — for as long as humanly possible.
— always, your dad-joke enthusiast