I am soon to be married to the most amazing man ever, I love you my Carlisle, *smiles happily*

Me.

About Esme.


Esme Cullen (born Esme Platt and later Esme Evenson) is Carlisle Cullen's wife and the adoptive mother of Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and later the mother-in-law to Isabella Swan, Edward's wife. She enjoys restoring old houses and her physical age is 26. She has no special power, but has a strong ability to love passionately. Esme is described as having caramel-colored hair; she also has a heart-shaped face with dimples, and her figure is slender, but rounded and soft. Esme was born in 1895 in Columbus, Ohio, where she was treated at the age of 16 by Carlisle after breaking her leg when climbing a tree. She married Charles Evenson, but was abused by him. After finding out she was pregnant, she ran away and gave birth to a son, who subsequently died a few days later. Grief-stricken by his death, Esme attempted to kill herself by jumping off a cliff. Presumed dead, she was brought to a morgue. Carlisle, who remembered treating her years before, was able to sense her heartbeat and transformed her into a vampire. Esme fell in love and married Carlisle soon after. She loves her adoptive children as much as she did her own son, but still grieves that she is unable to bear children.

My engagement ring from my Carlisle.

Me and my Carlisle. *smiles* Love you, hun.

*smiles* He's amazing.

I love him with all my heart.

My Carlisle.

My lovely family. *smiles proudly*

My son and daughter, Jasper and Alice.

My other son and daughter, Emmett and Rosalie.

My son and my daughter-in-law, Edward and Bella.

Alice and her picture taking. *shakes head smiling*

Emmett annoying Edward with his twisted words. *laughs slightly*

My darling daughters, Alice and Bella.

Things can get touchy in my home, but Carlisle is always there to fix it.

From my love.

To My love Esme,

How Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being an ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the Breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Happy Valentines Day,
With all my love Carlisle.