Three years and counting

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.  :)

The luckiest

Thank you guys for the birthday wishes! I had a wonderful day with my family and friends.  We had a simple potluck lunch the contents of which spanned at least four continents: Chinese fried rice, gnocchi with zucchini ribbons, pumpkin and mushroom pasta, porotos granados (a Chilean corn and bean stew), and Persian salad.  The best part?  The Professor spent all of Saturday morning making (totally from scratch!!!) this lovely and delicious chocolate cake with raspberry topping.  There are few days indeed when I feel that I truly am the luckiest person in the world to have so many wonderful people in my life.  Thank you.

(Photos: Kiana @ The Barcelona Story)