Five…

In September 2007, if you’d told me in two months I’d meet the love of my life and in two years I’d be married to him, I would have written you off as bat-shit crazy.

Oh ye of little faith.

It’s been five years since Bob and I got married.

In a lot of ways I feel like I’ve known him forever.

In others, HOLY CHRISTMAS how has it been five years already? (Seven together come November.)

There are still days when I look around and think, “Holy crap, I’m married. How the hell did that happen?”

I love my Robert with all my heart.

He is my sanity and my saving grace and even on my worst days he makes me so unbelievably, inexplicably happy.

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