Three years ago, we promised to be together forever.

Two years ago, we camped on the beach with our pup and climbed to the top of a pretty tall lighthouse.

One year ago, we celebrated our second anniversary in the Paris, the City of Love. We toasted with orange juice, because I was 11 weeks pregnant.

Tonight, after our baby is sound asleep, we’ll open the bottle of wine we bought on our honeymoon and toast to three wonderful years together.

Everything has changed so much since our wedding day. The only thing that’s stayed the same is how much I love the man I married.