My (31F) wife got me (31M) a birthday present that I can't even believe, it goes so far beyond anything I could have imagined

So, with a brief intro out of the way, we've been together for about 10 years, and got married 6 years ago. We are honestly soulmates - we both know that. We do everything together, we laugh together, we live through each other's successes and failures, we've been through literally everything together.<br><br>We found out a couple years ago that she is unable to bear children. It's a long story, but we've both come to terms with it. I have a sister who had to make the same decision, and we're both a little older anyway. It's one of those things that really makes you think and recognize that a life with kids is not the only life worth living, and we would be happy either way. We're obviously disappointed, but we've moved on - we've accepted it, and it's time to move on. That's pretty much life, and it's only getting better.<br><br>My birthday was a couple days ago, and she handed me a shoe box for my present. Not a big deal, right? I've always said the best presents are the small, meaningful ones. I opened up the box, and she was definitely right. It was one of those amazing little presents, a bunch of little gifts all strung together, a box of memories. It was filled to the brim with little notes about our best memories together, just little blurbs, or phrases, strung together with fishing line and spread out in a mess in the box. There were, I think, 30 or 40 in all, each telling me a little something about how much she loves me, about our favorite inside jokes together, about our worst fights, about the happiest times in our lives. It was an amazing box of memories, and I can't even begin to say how much I loved it, even just before I got through them all. It was amazing, I literally have no words for it. After I spent hours reading through them all, and II got all the way to the bottom of the box, I saw that they were strung up to a key. There was a key at the bottom, buried beneath all the strings, and I couldn't figure out what it was for. I asked her, and she didn't answer. I asked her again, and she didn't answer. I asked her again, and she finally, after a long pause, answered.<br><br>"You know the new building they're finishing up down town? The one that's going to be a restaurant on the second floor?" Yeah, I remember, it had been under construction forever, but I didn't think much of it. It was a new building, a new restaurant, II'll eat there sometimes, no big deal. "Well, I sort of own it," she said. I was again confused. "How much of it do you own?" "Well, I own 100% of it, it's ours." "What do you mean it's ours?" "I mean it's yours and mine, it's where we'll open our restaurant, the one we've talked about since before we even knew each other." I know that restaurant, it's the one we want to open one day, that we've always joked about opening, that we know we will definitely open one day. "Okay...what's the key for?" "The key is to the building, it's for you," she said. "What?" "It's for you, it's ours. When you're ready to open, that's the key to get in, it's yours, ours, forever." I was speechless, I am speechless. I have no idea what to say, I know we've always talked about owning a restaurant, but I had always assumed it was just a pipe dream, that we would eventually forget about it and move on. It was a childhood dream, one of those things you know you'll never do but always want to do, that you know will never happen. The key was definitely real, but it was still one of those unbelievable things that goes beyond your widest dreams. We've talked about it so many times, but it was still one of those things that you always laughed about, that you always joked about. Part of me thought she was playing a joke, part of me knew she was dead serious. Part of me believed her, part of me literally could not believe it. I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, dumbfounded, looking around without actually looking at anything. I felt a little like I was going insane, but I was so happy. "Are you serious?" I finally said, "Are you serious? You're not playing a joke on me?" She nodded, "I'm serious, I'm not playing a joke, but I do have one more thing to ask you." "What is it?" "I'm serious," she said. "I'm not playing a joke on you, but I do have one more thing to ask you." I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. I know that I've been given a gift that I can't even begin to repay, something that goes beyond anything I could have imagined, something that will last a lifetime. I don't know how she did it, I don't even know how she thought about it, but the fact that she did is all I need to know. "I know," I said. "I know."