Tomorrow morning will be three years. Three years to the day since my Boy and I were married in front of the county clerk and our mothers. I always count the marriage as beginning somewhat before that, all the way back to the moment I accepted a commitment to the relationship- but that's a special point that can't be broken down into any real words.

Tomorrow the Boy can't be here. He's got duty. Again; this makes the second year in a row. But that's cool. I don't mind. Really and truly I don't. Because he's here today. We made dinner special, and we had a special evening together watching Soap and L&O reruns.

I love him more now than ever. These have been the best three years of my life.