Happy Anniversary to my dear husband!

My husband and I were married 4 years ago today. It had snowed a few days prior to our wedding and it was freezing. I remember my bridesmaids and I were running late. I remember crying during the vows.

My husband is my first, and only, love. He is my best friend in the truest sense of the word. He has seen me at my worst: my explosive temper (I don't get angry that often but when I do, watch out!); when I was hospitalized with an unknown virus; when I gained 50+ lbs. during my pregnancy; when I was throwing up the whole time I was in labor. Yet, he still tells me I'm beautiful (and I feel beautiful in his eyes), despite the stretch marks. He makes me laugh like no one has ever made me laugh. And I know that he will be there for me when I need him.

To my dear husband, happy 4th anniversary. May we have many more to come. And, just as I said on February 9, 2002, I'm here for the long haul.

Love, Margie