Confessions of a Blogaholic

Nathan turns 25 on Sunday, exactly 6 months to the day after my 25th birthday. We've been married a year and a half, living together since December 2002, and together since September 29, 2002.



I can't help but to think how lucky I am to have truly married my best friend. To this day, I still get butterflies when he kisses me forehead; I get all tingly when he tells me I look good; I beam with happiness when he surprises me with flowers or a clean house. And, to this day, he still does all the wonderful things he did when he was wooing me: he buys me flowers at least once a month, cleans every now and then, cooks, surprises me with car washes, takes the trash out, tells me he loves me every time we're on the phone, and at least once a day, he still looks at me as if he is utterly infatuated with me. I love all these things about him.

We've made it through so much crap together, and he is such a wonderful person. I am seriously lucky!!