Itchy

 If there is such a thing as the 7-year itch, then there’s only one guy that I’d pick to scratch it. 

Happy anniversary,  my Matthew.

 

And if I may, I’d like to resurrect my feelings on the subject from a couple years ago:

Once upon a time, there were two rather normal folks…

Who both knew a guy rockstar named Sam.

Once they were introduced, it took them awhile to warm up to each other.

But soon, they were able to overcome their shyness and discovered that they shared many of the same passions, such as a sophisticated sense of humor…

and a love for at-arms-length portraits.

Young love blossomed.

And then one magical night…

led to another magical night…

that was filled with many magical moments.

They wasted no time in making their twosome a threesome.

And their phobia of odd numbers encouraged them to round out at four.  

(Pssst.  Six is an even number, too…  I’m just sayin’.)

Here’s to 7 years.  My baby, my buddy, my sunshine, my prince….seriously, how could I NOT love this man?? 

P-I-M-P