Andrew and I dressed up as lumberjacks this year.
What I remember most about my early days with Andrew is that my cheeks were always, always sore. They were so sore that they hurt, even when I'd just woken up. I'd sometimes stick my chin out to try and stretch my cheeks out to relieve the pain, but it never worked. Those suckers on my face masquerading as cheeks hurt from all the laughing and the talking and the kissing and the smiling and I thought to myself, "I can do this kind of relationship."
And nearly four years later, I'm so glad I had that thought.
Thanks for being fun and funny (and awesome!), Andrew. Excuse the sap, but I never could have married anyone besides you.