How do you say my love in Spanish?

...Mi Amor. How do you say my love in thug? Can I hit it raw???? Thanks Angie. Thanks Jay...
Well, I've been meaning to post something for a few days. On Friday I turned 25. I was pretty amped that morning and had a great idea for a posting with a self-written horoscope. The whole 'today is the first day of the rest of your life' thing. About how I can make everyday better than the last and turn it all into a veritable world about me. Though I never got to sit down that day to bang that one out.
We went out on Friday night and Amor put together this amazing meal with all my friends including some that I've made through her. Then we went to a bar and I got ridiculously drizznunk. I'm told I had a great time - alas I cannot fully recall...
Saturday I slept until 2:30 in the afternoon mainly because I was still drunk all morning. I started getting hungover right around the time we arrived at the restaurant Amor had set up for us to dine, just the two of us. I feel bad about this cuz I've been dying to eat there. But the whole time I was just focusing on NOT vomiting. It was so bad that I was gagging tryna down some agua. I didn't feel better til I had a nice big BM in their wonderfully crafted minimalist bathroom.
Sunday started with my fantasy football draft. Then turned into a day of running around as we were yet to decide what we were doing for Labor Day. The options in front of us were go to AC, go to Great Adventure, go to the Shore to visit the Angry Guy, go to the local Sleep Eazy motel for some us time or just stay in. AC was ousted because she was geting out of work too late. Great Adventure just felt like a giant waste of money - not to say that gambling isn't either... Shore was out because I'm fat. We chose the Sleep Eazy and a good time was had by all. We made fondu and read classical literature.
Today was waking at the telly. Then the world's longest breakfast at Perkin's. She had the idea for us to have a cook out at 4, but agreed to go to her brother's at 2, so we pushed our plans to 5. No one showed there until 3 so we didn't get back to our BBQ until 5:15. No one was there yet, or responding to calls/texting. She began to fret that no one was coming and wasn't calling to cancel. Well, one called to say he was caught up with some family ish. Another (finally) replied to the first message and said he wasn't coming. The other 2 were MIA and the last one had announced he wouldn't be there til 6 anyway. Well those last 3 all showed at one time, because they all drove together. So we got the show on the road around 6. We gestated and delved into a conversation on religion and personal beliefs/group think mob mentality. It was quite rousing and stimulating all at the same time. I briefly felt it necessary to excuse myself to change my shorts.
Here I sit now. Exhausted from my insane weekend of fun and pleasure. All of it planned by the most beautiful, thoughtful, amazing woman I could ever imagine. An angel of mine own planted here just for me. Ah, redundancy. Well mi Amor commented that I never mentioned my wonderful birthday to the fellaz before, during or after our draft Sunday morning. So I felt it appropriate to take this time here to tell you about the weekend I had. Thanks Amor.