in the end of may

yesterday was four years.

we both almost forgot. not because we don't care but because we aren't counting. every single day, bryan tells me he loves me. or i tell him. we always kiss each other goodbye. we makes plans and talk about the future and we've worked through so much of the past that it now seems ludicrous to think we almost didn't end up here.

she is the best of each of us rolled up into one tiny little human. the horribly off key singing from me. the food pickiness from him. we found out i was pregnant right after our one year anniversary. we had been living together for a month.

she chose us. and we're doing our best to be worthy of her.

i love you, biscuit. four years and counting.