"Are Your Parents Home?"

A guy knocked on my door this afternoon. I opened the door, and he asked if my parents were home. I hesitated for a second, trying to figure out what to say, and told him, "No. I'm married..."

He apologized and told me to take it as a compliment. Then he tried to sell meat to me.

I know I don't look 25, but do I really look under 18?!

3 Years!

Three years ago David and I were married! On the one hand, it doesn't seem like we've been married that long, but on the other hand, it seems longer. And not longer in a bad way. We've just had a lot happen, have had a good many adventures, and just enjoy being together.

It was such a happy day, but the days really have just gotten happier. Not every day, granted; we're not perfect. But overall, I love being married to that man :D

I love that he just simply loves me. I love that he likes me. I love that he knows me so well. I love the ways that we're similar and the ways that we balance out our differences. I love when he laughs.

I love that we have fun calling each other funny names, and that names like Poop Head and Buger Brain are terms of endearment (I'm so using those the next time we play Scattergories.) That might mostly be me, but he puts up with it. As Hope put it, they're names a 6 year old would use.

I love that he likes to serve. I love that he's good at fixing things (and he's put that talent to good use with our house!). I love how hard he works to provide for us. I also love that he's not a workaholic and can leave work stuff at work. 

And I could keep going, but I guess that's enough lovey-dovey-ness for one day (at least for a blog :D).

But I shall leave you with some of my favorite wedding day pictures...

 

Nope. I'm not finished. I need just a little more lovey-dovey-ness...

I love you, David, my best friend and love of my life!