So it was four years ago tomorrow that Chris and I went on our first date. And by "date" I mean that he asked me if I wanted to go get drinks or something, and I said yes and then gave him the wrong address for the bar we were supposed to meet at. But because of his awesome bar-finding skills, he made it there anyway.

Four years later, we’ve survived two moves, three years of cohabitation, two frustrating job hunts, one MMO, and a special needs cat. I still smile whenever I think of him, and look forward to coming home to him at the end of the day. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love him very much.