|Yet another classy shot of our Toga Party shenanigans.|
Last week, Chuck and I "celebrated" three years together. Of course, by celebrated, I mean we watched Pocahontas in bed and fell asleep before 8:30 PM. Please don't envy our crazy life.
It's so frustrating writing about love. Everything sounds so cliche. But everything that is cliche is true!
Chuck is my best friend.
He is the wipe-awayer of my tears.
The giver of the world's best bear hugs.
He pushes me to be more outgoing.
And refuses to let me leave in the morning without kissing me goodbye.
There was a small, cynical part of me that assumed one day I would just grow tired of being around this big goofball all the time. Three years later, I can confidently say that if anything, I only miss being away from him more.
He is a wonderful husband and I truly do fall more in love with him each day.
Thank you for three of the happiest years of my life, Chuck. You are my everything.