anniversary.

I remember looking at my husband on our wedding day and thinking "I cannot possibly love this man any more than I do right now." And then one year went by, and I looked at him and thought "Now we're not just bright-eyed newly-weds who thought we knew the meaning of love. Now we actually do know the meaning of love." And then another year went by, and I looked at him and thought "We really had no idea, did we? How deep this love thing can go, and how nice it is to have when the going gets tough." And now, yet another year later, I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll probably never know how deep this true love thing can go. Because it just keeps getting better.

Happy three years, sweetheart.