We laugh more.
He does more dishes, because he knows how I hate them.
We’ve travelled to five different countries.
I still nightly tuck my ring in the box he proposed with.
We have gotten a little “fluffy” around the edges.
I cook *gasp!*
My morning “mascara eyes” and messy hair don’t phase him.
We talk about anything and everything.
Farts are no longer blush-inducing awkward. At all.
We are still madly in love.
Monday night we celebrated two years of beautiful wedded bliss. David took me to the swankiest restaurant he could think of where the napkins were laid in our laps, the veal melted in our mouths and we sipped virgin Pina Coladas while gazing out at a beautiful bay. Earlier that morning, I made him a makeshift Caribbean version of eggs benedict – our first morning meal as a married couple 🙂
Everyday, he reminds me in little ways how much I mean to him. We might have picked a pretty pot-holed life path, but I am glad I get to tackle the bumps in the road with my best friend.
Three years later …
things will only be better.
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