The Best Two Years

Two years ago, on a beautiful August afternoon, I married that handsome lad. 

Over the past few days I have been thinking a lot about marriage, and especially my marriage. It's rather funny how you spend a lot of your younger years day dreaming about how you are going to meet your spouse, if you are going to get married, how perfect that man will be, what his hair, eyes, build, and personality are going to be like and then all of the sudden you meet him and everything seems right; there he is. You date for 6 months, he asks you to marry him, and then all of the sudden you are married to the man you had dreamed about for so many years. It wasn't until the night before I got married that I remembered all of the little girl fantasies, and I recognized that Robert was even better than anything I could have dreamed about.

Before I met Robert I was in a good relationship, and then I saw him and always found myself wondering if I could have something just a little bit better. After we started dating I quickly recognized that I have the best thing out there and two years has only made that realization even more true.

So here is to the best two years of my life, and the man that has enjoyed them with me. You are off the heezy Mr. Robert Davis.