I can't believe it, as of today we've been married for two years. At times it seems like we were married just yesterday. However, at other times it feels like we've been married for many lifetimes. Oh, Steve-o you know me so well. You know my tendencies, my urges, and my horrible habits. Yet, you love me anyway. You make me feel secure, you shower me with your endless fountain of love. You know when I'm blowing smoke, when I'm frustrated, when I'm happy, when I'm sick, when I'm stressed, and when I'm just hoping for a few minutes of quiet time. I'm so happy you chose me to be yours, and that you continually think of me, our relationship, our families, and our eventual (hopefully) family. Thank you for loving me when I was fat. Thank you for loving me while I'm thin. Thank you for loving me on my cranky days. Thank you for loving me on my exhausted days. Thank you for loving me on my Sonic Diet Coke craving days. Thank you for loving me on the "ooops, I went shopping with the credit card" days. Thank you for loving me when all I want to do is melt into the couch and read the Twilight series. Thank you for loving me, despite my love for my woobie. Thank you for helping me become the person you see inside of me! I love you!