April the twenty-ninth will hereafter be a rather famous anniversary, I suppose.
But I just want to say: I was four years ahead of that game.
Happy anniversary, babe! We may not live in a palace, and we spend our days being stalked by two large felines rather than a hoard of paparazzi, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Here’s to many more anniversaries!
[Photos: Steph Carson Photography]