may the fourth be with you...

Yesterday was Husband and I's fourth wedding anniversary. We aren't celebrating until the weekend, but I couldn't resist giving him the rad present I've been hiding under a big pile of clothes in my craft room closet and itching to give him for months now. I'll show you later, but he said I was 'the coolest ever' so I think it went over well.

He also informed me that we actually were married on a holiday. Star Wars Day (post title making sense now?). I don't have anything clever to say about that, I just wanted to tell you (and use that phrase as my post title).

I feel like a very lucky woman to have ended up with him. Like seriously lucky because I didn't even realize how good he was for me until after we were married. I mean I knew he was awesome and I was (and still am) in love with him, but four years later I am counting my lucky stars. I have yet to find one of my quirky ideas he will not go along with, when I told him I celebrated our anniversary by going out and buying clothes for myself he said 'good,' and my consistent requests for foot rubs are granted 99% of the time. He makes me happy and I hope I make him happy too (he says I do).

Trying to find an appropriate image for this post made me realize most of my camera happy moments occur when he is at work, and we are seriously lacking in recent pictures of just the two of us so I need to remedy that... but when he became a father on top of being a husband my love for him grew ten million times more, so this picture says a lot to me about what we have accomplished through our love in four short years. And makes me look forward to endless more...