3 years ago today hubby and I got married in what has to have been one of the most backwards weddings ever. Everything went wrong and I was crying before the dinner reception even started because the florist failed to deliver the centerpieces and gorgeous floral topiaries from the ceremony to the hotel. We can look back on the wedding and laugh (while still grimacing a little) and even have fun shocking friends with each painful story from that day, but I still don't count our wedding day as the happiest day of my life. Don't feel sorry for me because every day since then has been the happiest day of my life. Our life has been far from what we expected and this last year has been especially challenging, but I wouldn't be able to survive it with anyone else. Hubby never fails to make me laugh and smile, encourage me in my creative endeavors, and take care of me beyond my greatest expectations. This last year as I have been sick, he has been the cook, the maid, the launderer, the grocery shopper, the breadwinner, and has somehow managed to shower me with love and laughs and time together on top of it all. He is truly my other half and I wouldn't trade 3 years of twists and turns with him for 3 years of perfection with anyone else.
I love you, hubs! Happy anniversary!
