Well, here we are on our fourth anniversary, and I find myself even more in awe of my husband than I was on our wedding day. If you’d asked me on January 8th, 2011 who was the luckier one, and if I’d answered honestly, I’d have said Matt was luckier. That I was a catch, that he’d pretty much found “the total package,” or what have you. But then again, who would ever say that  kind of thing aloud? Certainly not me.

The longer we’re married though, the more I realize just how dead wrong (and totally narcissistic) I was, and how lucky I am that Matt didn’t realize it at the time. I knew he had a servant’s heart when I married him, but what I didn’t realize was how deep that ran in his character. He anticipates my needs even before I’m aware of them and acts to serve me before I realize I need help; like how he’s come to pay my credit card bill at the beginning of every month because he knows I’ll forget otherwise. Or how he worked overtime to get the house ready just a few weeks after we moved in because I was hosting a workshop. And the time I got in my car, felt like something was off, and realized he’d cleaned it out (and vacuumed!) while I was out of town because he knows I get frustrated when it’s cluttered, but never seem to have the time to clean it myself.

No, I’M the lucky one. I’m the one got the better end of this deal, I’m the one who has the most to be grateful for. And with every passing week and month, I see that more and more clearly. He is my redemption story, my knight in shining armor, my best friend, my cheerleader, my rock, and my favorite person in the world. I am, simply put, blessed to have the chance to be his wife. And I hope I never, ever forget that.

Happy fourth anniversary, darling. Here’s to 70 more January 8ths spent wondering how on earth I managed to trick you into marrying me!