Today.

August 12.

Happy Anniversary, to my one and only.

On this day, 3 years ago (has it really only been THREE years?... or is it... has it ALREADY been THREE years? I can't tell), we said our vows, we walked down an aisle, we cut some cake.

On this day, 2 years ago, I threw up a few times, we ate a bland dinner because that was the only thing I could stomach (because something very special was growing in there), and we went to bed early.

On this day, 1 year ago, we were adjusting to our new lives as parents, oblvious to the fact that our lives were about the take another crazy step forward.

And now, 3 years in, this day no longer represents a walk down the aisle. It no longer represents a big party with some pretty awesome food (from what I hear... I didn't actually get to eat that much). It represents two beautiful children. It represents a year in England and two in St. Louis, with nothing but each other. It represents the loss of lives we cherished dearly, as well as the gift of so many new little ones in our families. It represents more trials and triumphs in the many years ahead. It represents so much. I am very happy and very proud to say that August 12, 2006 was not the best day in my life. I had hoped it wouldn't be. There have been too many days to count since then that sweep it under the carpet. And I hope that there will be many more.

Happy day, Paul.

Love,

Your Laura