Two years

I sit in our living room and look at the life we have pieced together: pictures from Costa Rica, a hat from Santa Barbara, a candle you gave me last week at St. Orres. Each day I wake and am grateful whether or not I know it.

You are my first reader.

You are my first love.

You are my best friend.

You are my husband.

Thank you for two wonderful years and for all that there is to come.