Four years ago today, I married the bestest guy I've ever met.
He makes me laugh - not just giggle - but the sort of deep belly laughs that make your face hurt. He encourages my artwork, big ideas and crazy schemes. He holds me when I'm happy or when I'm sad and makes me tea and soup if I'm sick.
He goes to book sales with me and lugs around pounds of books he would never read and rubs my feet while I'm wrapped up in one for hours. He never asks me to change who I am, but has helped me curb my temper and handle my depression.
He supports my beliefs and my opinions, even when he doesn't hold the same ones. He challenges me to dream, to think and to become the best possible me I can be. He's taught me to let shit roll off my back and to start loving me, extra weight and all - just like he does.
Four years ago, he took my hand in front of our friends and family and bound us together. And every day I'm blessed with his company, his support and his love.