Four years ago, on Nov. 1, 2008, I waited anxiously to walk down the aisle. I had gotten my hair, makeup and nails down in a shop in downtown Las Vegas with my very soon-to-be mother-in-law.

My roses were red, matching my shoes, and his tie.

The ceremony, short. The pictures, longer. The walk through the casino in our wedding attire, forever.

We toasted with our before and after dinner drinks at the restaurant, where we were doted on by a go-all-out waiter.

And then the two of us walked the strip, rode the gondola, and started our brand new life together.

That day we became a family of four, and nine months later, five.

My noble protector is strong, and smart, and loyal. I’m lucky to have had these four years with you, T.

But our life together has only just started. Here’s to 74 more.

 

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