Happy Anniversary to Us

Three years ago today, give or take a few hours, I married this guy:

Yikes. I think this is from right after we got married -- I went to visit a friend
for a few days and Bill, apparently, went a bit crazy without me around
to keep him sane.

I was the last to know that we would end up getting married, apparently. After our second or third date I mentioned to a good friend who would end up being or maid of honor that I'd gone out with someone a few times. "You are going to marry him, I know it!," she said. "You sound like you might actually like him."

Yeah, whatever.

Almost seven years later we got married. Why the lack of rush? If it's the right person after year one they will still be the right person after year seven. We had grad schools to go to, new jobs to get,  houses to buy. It all worked out in the end. Our mutual love of books (except some of the absolutely boring things Bill is reading for his PhD program), playing outside, running, Halloween, beer and not sitting still helped get us here.

We like Halloween. Can you guess what we are? No. Ok.
I will tell you. We are a tree hugger.

He gets up early with me for  my races. I don't like getting up early for
my own races so the fact that he does is sorta nice.

And sometimes we even manage to reach the finish line together.

Bill puts up with my shit without being a pushover. Plus he makes me coffee in the morning and only gets me lost in the woods during adventure races some of the time. What's not to love? 

We tried to not make it to three years, first by playing in traffic the day we got married and then by getting stuck in a riot the night the Phillies won the World Series. Fortunately we survived.

About 10 minutes after this picture was taken people started flipping over cars, breaking into stores, lighting stuff on fire. Very romantic. Almost as romantic as the time our cat got stuck in our chimney and the time we were in an adventure race, stuck in a swamp with dead birds floating around. 



Don't hate on the size of our wedding party. You know you are just
jealous that we didn't ask you to be in it.

Remember the time we grew mustaches so we could
be classy at a wedding?

So far, so good. Happy anniversary, Chief!