Today marks three years of officially calling this hunk my husband. If you were to tell me three years ago that I would come to love this guy even more than I did on my wedding day, I’d think you were insane.
But that’s the reality. And what a rockin’ reality it is.
So happy three years, Darebear. Three years that make me excited for what the next sixty will bring. Here’s to you, to marriage, and to an infinite number of Saturday mornings making omelettes and watching cartoons.