Three.

It isn't uncommon to hear me spontaneously profess my love for my husband. In fact, it is a very regular occurrence. At first people responded by saying "Good. You did marry him after all." But now they just accept it. Ok, they roll their eyes and laugh at me. 

I do though, love him, I mean. And sometimes I just need to say it out loud because I can't keep it to myself. I wish everyone was as happy as I am.

I love this time in our lives -- just being married. Just being the two of us and enjoying each other. Our third anniversary was on the 24th and we didn't actually celebrate it. I did make us a mushroom risotto and salmon dinner the next day, which was absolutely delicious, but that's all we did.

Erik, I love you. Here's to three blissful years -- I hope this "honeymoon period" never ends.