



Today, Matt and I celebrate 9 years of marriage. We've done a lot in these past 9 years. We've traveled across the country together and visited a couple other countries together. We've gone to school together... unfortunately, only one of us actually finished. We even worked for the same company together. Every year, I love him even more than the one before. However, this year, we became parents together and my love has grown exponentially more. Having a baby with him has allowed me to see a whole new part of him. I feel as though I have fallen in love with him all over again.
I love being married to my best friend. I love laughing with him. I love that we can fart around each other, and still be attracted to one another. And I love being a parent with him.
Matt, I am sorry for being so mushy, but I just love you so much!