In a way, I can't believe it's only been two years.

I feel like we've had a lifetime of laughter, happiness, admiration, encouragement, joy, snuggles, kisses, hugs, and love.

People always say the first two years of marriage are the hardest, and if that's the case, I really can't imagine what the "easy years" will be like. These have already been two of the easiest years of my life.

When I'm sad, he's there to hug me and hand me tissues. When I'm laughing, it's usually because of something he said. When I'm happy, it's usually because of something he did. When I'm feeling insecure, he lifts my ego until I feel like I can rule the world.

I always have someone to tell my silly stories to. Someone to wake up in the middle of the night if I'm feeling scared. Someone to carry the basket when we go grocery shopping. Someone to hold my purse when I'm trying to fight the crowds at the mall while searching for the perfect dress. Someone who is patient and kind and forgiving. Someone who makes me want to be a better me.

If these two years were the "hard ones," then I count my blessings, because they are many. I love you bapels, my darling Christopher.