I’m his Mrs

Four years ago today Big-P and I stood on the steps of the registry office holding hands in a freezing cold wind with a small group of our closest and our mostest and tingled with the weird feeling that we were just freshly married.
This is a photo of us taken a few years before that – it’s fuzzy so we look good. Actually we probably did look pretty good — not tired and haggard like we do right now (when WHEN will she decide to not get up in the middle of the night??).

I love you Phil. Happy Anniversary.