A little more than four years ago, he dropped to one knee and asked me to be his wife. Three years ago on this day, we faced each other and repeated the same vows that our parents—each pair happily married for decades—swore to each other.
When I look at 25-year-olds now, I think, “They’re so young. They shouldn’t settle down,” and then remember that I did. And I’m so happy that I did. I get to spend every day with my best friend. Do we argue? Occasionally. Do we drive each other crazy? Sometimes. But we laugh a lot more, and at the end of the day—and after three years—I’m so happy that I said, “I do.”