Patient. Smart. Kind.
Did I mention patient?
Without you, I would be overtipping or undertipping every waiter in the city. Who would take me to the emergency room when I walk into glass doors, step on rakes or slice an appendage or two?
You are my rock. You keep me sane. You inspire me to be a better person.
So here’s to three years of marriage. May we celebrate many more.
Happy anniversary, babe. Cheers.