Three Plus One Makes Four

Today is our anniversary.

Husband's and mine.

You know, just in case you were thinking I had an anniversary with someone else.

We've been married for four years.

And, as my friend, Heather, says, "That's longer than almost all of the Bachelor/Bachelorette couples and that's saying something!"

This year has been ones of ups and downs - and for me, mostly just grin 'n bear it...especially for the first eight months or so.

Husband has put up with much.

And by that I mean that he still loves me even with the following:

- me vomiting regularly for nine months

- me never wanting to eat or cook...and then all the sudden wanting to eat whatever he was eating

- me volunteering him for all kinds of things

- me setting 9 as my new bed time...or like 8:30 when I can get away with it

- me sharing all of his business on my blog

- me volunteering to "look at his back to make sure there's no zits back there that could hurt him"

- me giving birth and consequently acquiring a stomach that looks like a flat tire

- me ordering him around

Here we are four years ago in a sweet wedding day pose:

By the looks of it, I think I might have secretly been trying to steal his wallet.