Four years and counting...

Today, J and I celebrate our 4th anniversary.  Wow.  Four whole years he's put up with me.  I know that I've probably not turned out to be exactly the wife he expected.  I know that he thought I was "different" from everybody else.  I was his sweet, little Angie.  Perhaps I have been a little too typical...I fuss too much.  I try very hard not to complain, but when something sets me off, I get too loud.  I'm working on it, though.  I am trying to let things go.  Because most of those things don't matter. 

All that matters is that through all of our good times and all of our trials, we'll go through them together.