Ta da, we’ve made it through the first year of marriage without killing one another!
Ok, I jest (although there have been moments when I have, maybe, thought about ringing his big manly neck), most of the time I adore my husband and feel truly honoured to walk beside him. He’s big and kind and funny and goofy and clever and handy and handsome and sweet-natured and loving and he’s mine.
He’s my bestfriend, my comfort, my support, my lover, my partner in crime.
I love him.
Congratulations!