3 years.

Three years ago today, I made you laugh until you cried.

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And you returned the favor.
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Just minutes earlier, unseen by anyone, I took a photo of you, right before you walked down the aisle. I was convinced that I was about to marry the greatest man in the universe. Even when you leave your dirty laundry on the ground, I still largely believe that this is true.
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It’s why I was grinning like a fool that day, in front of our family and friends.

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Three years ago today, in a vineyard where California and Oregon meet, approximately thirty miles west of the middle of nowhere, you swept me off my feet.
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And I don’t know if they’ve hit the ground since.

Happy Anniversary, Rand. Let’s have a hundred more.