And then we were 8

Happy Anniversary to us. It's been eight years since I strolled down a grassy walkway adorned with rose petals and daisy heads in my Birkenstock Gizeh sandals and linen dress to meet you in your linen suit, hold your hand, and tell you I won't let go.

Promise.

And I still love you. And I'd do it again. Without question.

But this time let's pick a date in June or July so it's not so hot and humid. Just sayin.