Anne-Marie Comte

My dearest Douglas,

From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I have loved you.
I love your humor, your wit, your infectious laughter.
I love your presence—how it grounds me, lifts me, fills our world with warmth.

I cherish how you hike, climb, ski, and bike with me—how we move through life side by side, stride for stride.
You’ve given your all, working tirelessly to support me and our three amazing children.
You never gave up. You are perseverance personified.

This journey we’ve shared has been nothing short of beautiful.
And when I look back, it’s the good times that shine—so many, so vivid.

But I want more.

More mountain trails to wander, more desert roads to pedal, more nights beneath the stars—maybe even in a yurt somewhere in Central Asia.
Whatever dreams we still carry in our hearts, let’s live them—together.

I love you, Doug. More than words can hold.

Now, always, and in all the adventures yet to come.
with all my love, Anne-Marie