A year ago today, Chris and I got married.

His grandmother said it feels like the year went fast.  It didn’t go fast for me, not really. But it’s been really good.

Proof I picked the right guy:

This weekend he spent the whole time cleaning the garage.

I didn’t ask him to, and I didn’t give him any suggestions how to do it. He did it better than I could have suggested.

He didn’t ask for much help either. A couple of times, he came inside to get me and show me some particularly clever or difficult piece of organizing handiwork.

He is a prince.