3 years

I love Brandon. He is my best friend, my strongest supporter and he's cute too. :) I know he's on my side (except at night when I'm on his side of the bed... accidentally encroaching on his space...) I know he loves me. And I love him.

I can't believe we've been married for three years. 
I can't believe I can love him more than I did on our wedding day.

He's cute, three years ago I called him, panicked. I told him I didn't have time to get married. I was freaking out over packing my stuff, I was freaking out over getting to bed on time, and having time to get my hair done in the morning. I don't remember everything I was worried about, but I do remember his sweet voice reassuring me that I would be okay. Asking if I loved him, and when I responded yes, he told me that was all that mattered. He convinced me to go to sleep. And the next morning I was okay again. Nervous, but excited. If only he had known that those extreme panic moments were part of me....hehe...

It's been three years, lots of fun, lots of grumps, lots of hugs, lots of (my) tears. And now I know him three years better than before. I wouldn't trade a day of it. 

Almost one year after we got married, he took me to the hospital at midnight, and he slept in a chair while we waited for our sweet baby to come into our lives. And he shocked me again, he is the best dad I have ever met. He loves his baby with so much tenderness that I can't even comprehend it. 

Basically what that means is that I KNOW that I married my 100% perfect-for-me soul-mate. He is my best friend for always and the only one I want me eternity with. 

I know this is super cheesy-but cut me a break its 1:30 am... and he's working all night again, for me. Because he loves me enough to work hard so I can be the mom I always wanted to be. 

I love you Brandon. 
You're my favorite.
Even if I had to force you to marry me ;)

Thanks for three years! Now, here's to eternity!