"I love you like I love French fries"

I stole that line from a card I saw here on Cuteable.com
I forgot to scan my wedding photos somehow, so I'm posting our engagement picture instead. It's better anyway. I had to wait until midnight to post this so that it would actually BE our anniversary. We have been married for five years today. I'm not one to wax too sentimental, except about the kids, but I'll just give a Reader's Digest version of how we came to be. I met Bryce at the darkest point in my entire life, and he was at the brightest point of his. I was 23, he was almost 21. He pulled me out of the muck, saved me, then promptly went on a mission. He had been dating a few girls, saying he wanted as many women writing him as possible while was away, but after one date with me, we were hooked, all other women and men be damned. He came home in September of 2002, and we were married in January of 2003. (I have to admit, one of the best parts about it was shoving it in the faces of the many people who thought I would never make it for two years. And don't you say one word about Dear Johns, Bryce.) We have a lovely, modest little home and two of the most beautiful, fun, loving little boys in the world. I'm very grateful for Bryce and for our life together, and there is nothing I would change. (Okay, maybe I'd change my double chin and his hurricane hair, but other than that, it's all good.) Happy anniversary to us!