Three years married.
Every single one gets better and better.
(Not to mention that you get more and more drop dead sexy with each passing year).
From the beginning ’til the end of time, I love you.
We spent our first Valentine’s Day together apart due to a snow storm–but rescheduled it for the next day:
We took our favorite class (Vertebrate Zoology) together in undergrad with a very good friend.
Went hiking when you met my extended family in Connecticut for the first time.
And went on many trips to the Bronx Zoo for class.
Attended my big sister’s wedding:
And went to see a Yankee game in the old stadium:
Time together between classes helped ease the pain of my terrible choice of bangs:
And we went Titanic over the Grand Canyon:
Of course, rock climbing in California:
And we got engaged in Texas!
Halloween–we were a white trash couple (that came a bit too easily).
Always going to the zoo (again) with my family:
Oh–and we got married!
Can’t forget the honeymoon in Antigua:
Goofing around with my family in upstate NY:
You started dental school:
And I went to physical therapy school (and we got dressed up for formals, of course).
We learned to spend more and more time outside:
But remembered how important it is to visit our friends in the big city, too:
We adopted the world’s worst cat (and I got bangs again–why?!):
And spent too much time watching Jersey Shore.
Made friends with much better photographers and amazing people:
And drank a lot of good wine.
Kissed inside the world’s biggest truck tire in Alberta, Canada:
And tried our best to keep strong relationships with those far away.
We became even better friends.
I love you.
Happy anniversary, Fritz!