A letter to my husband

When we met that night, I wasn't looking for you. Or at least I didn't know I was. You never imagine you will meet your future husband in a casino bar, but there you were, waiting for me. Your sparkling brown eyes and genuine smile drew me in and, little did I know, we'd be inseparable from that day on. Eight days later when you made me dinner on Valentines day, I knew I wasn't letting you get away. I mean, come on.... pasta with homemade pink vodka sauce complete with blanched Roma tomatoes, lobster tails and shrimp????!!! I thought all sauce came from a jar before I saw that. Oh yes, I was keeping you.

We had many adventures during those young and carefree days. Among my favorites was our trip to San Fransisco and the drive back to Vegas in the convertible. Stopping at Half Moon Bay, buying strawberries from the side of the road and driving with the top down and our hoods on. People thought we were crazy, but we didn't care.

We survived our time in Vegas. We laughed, cried, tanned, partied like rock stars, hit a few jackpots, managed to get me graduated, got engaged and high tailed it outta that place.

Somehow you convinced me to move all the way across the country where we started the next chapter in our lives. We got married, got pregnant, bought a house, had little Natey, and got pregnant again...all in the span of 3 1/2 years.Thank you for being the best

friend

partner in crime

husband

fixer of things

make me smile when I'm pissy

daddy

and

teammate

a girl could ever ask for.

Happy Anniversary Aaron. 3 years down and only 50 some odd more to go!

I love you!