It’s hard to believe I’ve been married to this sweet guy for three years today. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
These three years have been filled with heartaches at losing people we love, the excitement and challenges of changing jobs (and the frustration of unemployment, albeit temporary), and arguments over stupid home renovations projects (ahem, wallpaper project, August 2015) and then making up. Date nights at new restaurants and bars, and fleeting days spent wandering around foreign countries, filled with that reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of love. The everyday banality in between.