Fifteen & Counting

It's that day of the year, my lovelies. The day I open up the ol' wedding album to catch a glimpse of our youth, take a moment to reflect on the many instances of spectacular foolishness I have displayed during the past fifteen years, and then a nice long swath of time to be grateful for the man who so unwaveringly hangs out with me and who—just when I need to hear it—will ask, "Hey, what should we be when we grow up?"