Four years ago, with a giant swollen belly, a super-cute curly ‘do, and a wad of student loan debt, I convinced Matt to keep walking up the stairs to City Hall where we stood in the never-ending circle and had one of the most perfect weddings $140 can buy.
Four years later, with a small food-baby belly, a frizzy-no-time-to-brush-it-this-morning ‘do, and a wad of wetness-stew the kids cooked up in the bathtub, I still love you more than ever, Matthew Cox. I thank you every day for sharing this crazy wonderful hair-pulling life with me and I can’t imagine walking up those stairs with anyone else but you.
Bottom Line: Listen to your wife, because she’s almost always right. =)