Four years ago today, I walked into a bar all by myself and met my husband.
Yes, yes, I know I’ve told this story about a million times. If you haven’t read about the magical, whimsical, gives-me-goose-bumps way that I met my Lou, read it here.
I realize that four years isn’t an eternity. But, it’s the longest time either of us have been consistently thrilled to be in the same relationship.
I keep saying, “Four years…we’ve been together as long as high school lasts!”
Here are some other things we can expect in a four-year time-span:
Human ability to count to ten
FIFA World Cup
Bamboo canes reach maturity
United States Presidential Term
Total solar eclipse
Quidditch World Cup
A hair strand’s maximum life expectancy
And, in another four years, (unless one of us tragically dies in a car accident or plane crash [please, please, universe, please don’t let this happen!!!!]) you can expect Lou and I to be happy, in love, and closer than ever.
Lou, I love ya, babe! Thanks for giving me the happiest four years of my entire life!