Happy Day

Nine years ago, I married a guy.  And things turned out pretty good.  I cried a little bit and I was nervous to be in front of 250 people but everything went well, that day and every day after.  We lived in Canada and France, countless apartments and owned two houses.  We're raising the sweetest baby together and I have loved watching him become a dad, so effortlessly.  I have never regretted getting married a week after I turned 20 because I have never regretted marrying the kindest, most selfless and genuine man I've ever met.

Happy Day.  Happy nine years.