Happy fifth anniversary, Babe!

It's been five very fast and wonderful years. I wish I could say we've seen better or worse, but it's actually just better. All the time. I love you.
Thank you for being my rock to lean on.

My homey to roll with.

And the man that will stand by me when our children are grown and our hair is gray (or gone for that matter).

Really, this is very cheesy, but I needed an excuse to use the camera today.

And, yes, there is a wonderfully romantic and thoughtful story behind the ring (mine, that is, Daddy Mock is on ring #4, and being that the last three were "misplaced", a walk through the entry of Wal Mart straight to the "jewelry section" is all we could muster up the cash for--go ahead and laugh, I do often over his Wal Mart-token-of-eternal-love).