Reader Friends, I married him. Awful, I know, but I had to say it. Today Luke and I have been married for four years - which is crazy. Everyone feels this way I know, but it's that whole "it feels longer, but also so much shorter" thing.
In honor of how amazing the past four years have been, here are four reasons I wouldn't trade Luke for the world (and you should be jealous I got him first):
#1: Luke fixes me. I have quite a bit of crazy and Luke fixes me when I'm losing it.
Exhibit A: I cried hysterically the day of our wedding. We had planned not to see each other before the wedding but I was crying so much, they finally went and got Luke, who fixed it. I can't help but be happy when I'm with him.
#2: He indulges my geekery. Luke puts up with a LOT of geekery at our house (not that he doesn't have his own fair share), but the man has done what many men would not, including:
Being Cato in our Hunger Games re-enactment and letting Dexter pretend to eat him.
Going to see Hunger Games at midnight with me and taking tons of pictures of me and my friends in costume.
And have I mentioned the Dr. Who art hanging in the basement? Cause we have that.
#3: Luke knows me better than I know myself. My love language is totally gifts and Luke always delivers in the gifts department. I don't even tell him what to get - he just somehow knows what I want and gets it. He's thoughtful that way.
Valentine's Day gift: book bag with Shakespeare tearing apart Cliff's Notes.
Random, just because gift of a SIGNED copy of The Adventure of the Princess of Mr. Whiffle by Patrick Rothfuss
Flowers sent to my office when I reached 100 miles of walking this year.
#4: Luke supports (and largely finances) my book habit.
Not a single word of complaint that the books have totally taken over every corner of our house. You guys have seen my other posts about the book situation right? And not a single word of complaint from Luke, ever. He never suggests I buy less books and he always acts excited for me and listens when I show off new piles of books that I'm bringing in. Every once in a while, he even asks if I need more bookcases and where I'd like them and what color he should get them in. AND THEN HE DOES IT.
So, all of that to say, be jealous. Be very jealous. And remember, he's mine.
Love you, Luker!