Three years ago I married the man in this picture. This is a man who:
1. Calls me, "my beautiful one"
2. Still calls my dad "Sir"
3. Covers my eyes whenever there is a scary/gory/sad scene in a movie because he knows it will freak me out/gross me out/make me cry.
4. Threatens to wrap me in bubble wrap because I walk into something, stub my toe, trip, or singe myself almost every day.
5. Gives me his honest and considered opinion on everything I ask him about: nail polish color, home decor, recipes, etc. Then when I ignore his opinion and buy/do whatever I want, he doesn't get mad at me.
Here's to at least three more ridiculously happy years together. More than three wouldn't be too bad either. :)