Husband and I in Paris, 2008.
It's been five years now. Feels like a lot longer, in the best possible way. I'm so happy and lucky to spend my life with him. He tells me I'm lovely, even when I feel horrible. He tells me I'm beautiful even when I look my absolute worst. He makes me coffee in the mornings when I get up and I'm grumpier than most people. He makes me dinner when I've had a long day at work. He makes me a flask of coffee when I have long evenings of lectures. He makes me hot chocolate and gives me lots of cuddles when I'm feeling vulnerable. He always makes a heart in my cappuccino.
I feel so incredibly lucky, and so excited to spend the rest of my life with this man!