This morning, two years ago, I stood on a boat in the middle of the Chicago River and said "I do" to the most wonderful man I know.
I could go into a whole big long thing about what we've been through and how we managed to make it out alive.
Or how this year's celebration is lightyears away from what last year's was.
Or about how much I love John, how thankful I am for him, or about how amazing it is to have a husband that you can totally be yourself with.
I could talk about how he makes me laugh, even when I don't want to.
Or how when I look around a room at a party or something, John is still - by far - the most handsome man I have ever seen.
or how I realized in the desert that I only had love to come home to, there was nothing I was racing from.
Or how brave John is for working so hard, for changing our lives for us and how there is just no way in the world I can express how thankful I am and how proud I am.
I don't need to do any of that right?
I can just be thankful and gracious and happy and excited to be married to that man.