Four Years Ago Today

Four years ago we promised to approach life, love and cooking with reckless abandon. We braved a rainy day, a seriously moody bride, and a bustling park crammed with friends and family. I was so freaked out - so totally and completely out of my gourd with stress that when you asked if I thought we should move our ceremony from the park to indoors because of the pouring rain, I instead willed the weather to bend to my bidding. Happily, it obliged. Happily, when asked if you did, you said you SURE do.

(My mood yesterday was not dissimilar and I'd like to take a second here to apologize about that. Sorry!)

In spite of your crude, drunk friends and my Mothra like shrieking from the hills of Duluth, we ended up having an amazing - and sun filled evening. I knew it was just a day, and I hoped it was a day that would lead to many sweet mornings of pancakes and bacon, shared club sandwiches and giggling in bed late at night when we really should be asleep. Like last night at 2, 3, 3:30 and 5 when the baby woke up squawking. There's no one else I'd rather be so sleep deprived with. You are my center, my heart, my home and my light. The guffaw in my laughter, the sand in my swimsuit and the rolling thunder under our covers. I love you now more than ever, Matt Summers. Thank you for our awesome life, beautiful boy and my occasional glimpses at sanity.

Happy Anniversary, Honey.