2,920

If you had told me 2,920 days ago that I'd be living in Tennessee, I would have looked at you funny.  For one reason, I had only lived in Maryland my whole life.  For another, it was Steve's and my wedding day.  The day we became man and wife after we exchanged vows.  Though it may sound corny, my favorite part of my vows is that I'll lodge where he lodges.  The very idea of always living with my best friend -- day after day -- sounds pretty sweet.  

So, TODAY, we celebrate 2,920 days of marriage, which is also known as eight years.  I am amazed at how the guy I had a crush on became a great friend, asked me into a courtship, asked me to marry him (!), and has loved/is loving me with a real and very patient love.  I truly have the best husband I could ever want.  (I love you, Stevie!)



Also, you are a wonderful -- albeit, very silly at times -- father to our sons.


(A serious pose ... looking off into the distance.)
 

Our two boys.  Noah loves him SO much.  Drew loves his big brother unless Noah is stopping him from getting into trouble.