Although it'll never be read by my spousal unit unless I read it aloud, here goes:
Happy Anniversary, my love. We say it every month, and start looking forward to the next year's number almost as soon as this one has passed. I'd marry you again in a New York Minute, a heartbeat, a twinkle of the eye. Our time together has passed so quickly, yet it seems like we've always been. We're a heckuva team and I wouldn't have it any other way. Two old farts in love for always and all ways.