To My Dearest Porcupine,
Today we've been married for three years. It seems odd that it was three whole years ago when we braved the heat of August in Alabama, posed for far more pictures than we imagined, and pledged to love one another for the rest of our lives. On that day I thought I couldn't possibly love you more. But it's funny how much more I've grown to love you, now that I know you so much better. Sure, we both have our quirks. You attempt to overflow our apartment with books, I name our plants and assign them personalities, but it works out well. I love that you refuse to let me put away the laundry without your help, how you bake the dessert when I cook dinner, how you always have dinner waiting for me when I get home late from school.

Our lives definitely became easier after the second year of marriage, mostly because before then we were haunted by health problems or financial difficulty. But in the midst of our different struggles, you always stayed hopeful, patient, and you trusted in God to get us through. I'm so glad that God blessed me with such a wonderful husband.

Happy Birthday, Marriage. Yay for year three!