Today is mine and Brandon's anniversary. It seems unreal that it's really been a whole year since we were married. It's definitely been interesting. I officially became an epileptic, had some seriously good luck finding bad jobs, and began learning to deal with home sickness. But Brandon's always been a great husband, cheering me up, supporting me, and teaching me to be an optimist. Y'know, every one always says your first year of marriage is the hardest. However, they always say it's because you fuss alot when you're getting used to one another (you know, him leaving the toilet up, her shopping too much) but that hasn't been the thing with us. We've had enough else to distract us. So, happy birthday, marriage. I love you, Brandon. :)