This has nothing to do with with how long this blog has existed.  I really don’t care and have killed it multiple times.  No, this is about my wife, who I’ve only contemplated killing multiple times, and the fourth anniversary of our wedding.  Drink it in…

Four years ago today, I sweated under a hot sun with my brother and setup chairs for our outdoor wedding while my wife got her hair done.  I was dragging kegs across our reception facility while she sipped champagne mixed with orange juice.  She dreamed of an outdoor wedding, so I agreed to sweat my balls off in a suit in mid-September.  But all of that wasn’t even worth questioning for the opportunity to marry the love of my life.

We’ve known each other for 9 years.  Been together for 8 years.  Wed for 4 years.  It never feels that long until you write it all out like that.  Not once for all of those 8 years have I ever felt unloved by this woman.  We’ve never broken up.  I can’t even bring myself to think about what life would be like without her.  And although I’m sure it’s appealing to think about on a majority of occasions, I hope she feels the same way about me.

For our first anniversary, we celebrated by unpacking boxes in our new house.  Our second anniversary was marred by the news that we would be having our first child.  The third anniversary was spent at home with said child at 4-months of age.  This fourth is being celebrated with a bitchin’ blog post.  For the big number five, I may break out the keys and drive the whole family to Bob Evans.  Who knows?