On May 2, 2010, you sent me a text message saying you “might miss the wedding” because there was a “super cool dinosaur documentary,” and you didn’t want to stop watching.
Four years later, you’re still VPN-ing into our home computer from work to leave me creepy “I love you” messages, using our two dogs as pillows, making me laugh, putting up with my ridiculous whims, letting me listen to NPR all the time in the car, drinking every beer I shove in your face, and being generally lovable and amazing.
I love you, Patrick. Happy anniversary.
P.S. High-five for not having killed each other yet!