I am biting my tongue so hard it’s bleeding.
But let me just say that at the Jumping Party place today, I couldn’t help but feel a bit, um, obstentrical.
October 19, 2004 flashback.
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’.)
These five years have been pure magic. I adore my perfect husband. He is my baby, my buddy, my sunshine, and my prince. I LOVE YOU, my sweet Matthew. Here’s to five more!
Or at least four.
Seriously, how could I not love this man??