Here's to six blissful years

And we've never had a single argument. Ever.

Or maybe we have. But it was just that one time. Oh wait, there was that other time too. And then the one time where I was really bugged. Okay, there's been lots of arguments. And times where I've felt like punching Justin in the face, or just kicking him out of bed.

But then there have been moments where I think Justin's is the funniest person I've ever met. Like when he listens to music and does air guitar when he thinks nobody's watching or wears short denim cutoffs and cowboy boots around the house.

And sometimes I think he's the world's greatest dad like when I catch him teaching Charlie about motorcycles or different continents, or snuggling with Dylan and taking him for rides on his skateboard.

And then there are times when I think I scored in the spousal department when he does the dishes without me asking, or plays with my hair while we're watching TV, or tells me that I'm pretty with or without makeup on.

So Justin, on our anniversary today, I just want to tell you that even though the past six years have been one CRAZY roller coaster (and at certain points feeling like I'm going to throw up from dizziness), I'm glad that we chose each other. Thanks for being you.