Wherein it is obvious that we are meant for each other
Happy Anniversary, Ben. Here’s to four years of never fighting, always saying the right thing, buying the perfect home, and simply having the perfect life. It’s all turned out exactly the way we expected it to!
Oh, not quite. In fact, that’s a load of horseshit. But I wouldn’t want to have had any of the good, bad, horrible, amazing, sweet, gruesome, stupid, incredible or character-building experiences in these last 4 years (officially speaking, and many more years unofficially speaking) without you.
I love you, you big handsome turd.
(Remember, don’t ever change unless it’s exactly the way I want you to. And I’ll try to do the same. Also, let’s try to follow our dreams and not get caught up too much in life’s little tragedies. That sounds cheesy, but dammit, I mean it!)
Photos taken by eatch other at a Starbucks near Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco last month. We were seriously enjoying our experience away from Utah and the fact that lots of people were drinking coffee and walking and recycling all around us. Not all at the same time, of course.
