*Warning: This post is totally barf-worthy. If you are feeling lovey dovey continue reading. If you are PMS-ing and hate the world, stop right here.*

Seven years ago

You held my hand and shocked everyone at the party including me.

Our first kiss wasn’t long after that, and oh how the sparks flew.

You tell me you love me, and I believe you. Why? Because I see it in your eyes, and I feel it in your touch.

You tell me I am funny, and I believe you. Why? Because we have the same sense of humor, and no one finds us as funny as we find each other.

From our first heater-less apartment to signing love notes with my married name five years before we were actually married to listening to you sleep.

You are the only person in the world that can make me crazy happy, mad, excited, and vulnerable.

You live in my heart.
How’d you manage that, you sly devil?

“I’ve got you under my skin. I’ve got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart, that you’re really a part of me. I’ve got you under my skin.”

Remember years ago when I sang that to you?

Here it is to refresh your memory…

Happy “Dating” Anniversary, Lawrence.