Three years ago today I married my soul mate. How could I know that? Some may ask, since I was a child bride of only 18 at the time. Well, all I can say is that when you know, you just know, and I knew before we started dating that it was meant to be.
And boy, am I glad we sealed the deal. Year three has brought more travel (a third year in a row of Disneyland), more gardening, more school for us both, new jobs and a new business venture, more laughs, and more good times.
I often feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have snagged the fellow I did, and my parents remind me often of his awesomeness and my spoiled-ness. He can fix anything, can cook some mean blueberry pancakes, is master of the grill and the mop, and a magician with the checkbook.
Most of all, he puts up with my sometimes-irrational self, and my insatiable need for shoes. He's the one person I can talk with about anything, and always gives me good, level-headed advice. He's pretty much the best.
I love you, A. Here's to year four.