on our annivegasversary...

For the record, it took me a full ten minutes to zip up that dress. I'm all, "WHAT. How does this not fit anymore? ZIP IT, JAY! ZIP IT UP FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY. And, for the record? MY LIFE IS OVER AHHHHH." And Jay was all, "Okay, it's zipped. But I think you have some back cleavage." And then I cried a little bit.

Anyway.

Jay and I were lucky enough to have our own mini-weekend this past week, in order to celebrate our four year anniversary! We spend three whole days together, which was pretty much the most refreshing thing ever. Our schedules have been very scattered the past several weeks, and I haven't been able to have much time with him at all. I can't tell you how giddy I was when we got into my car to start the drive to Las Vegas on Wednesday. I almost couldn't handle my excitement as I shimmied around in my seat and busted open the celebratory bag of white cheddar popcorn.

You should all know by now that I'm willing to find any excuse to eat white cheddar popcorn, right? Right.

Anyway, we spent two nights in Las Vegas - and despite losing pretty much all our gambling money, it was such a wonderful trip. I can't even explain how light my heart was the whole time. There's just something about being away from everything, just Jay and I. And there will always be something about Las Vegas, because that is the place we first said, "I love you". I always get this ridiculously melty feeling when we are driving to Vegas. It makes me want to listen to the entire August and Everything After album by Counting Crows - which is, of course, the CD we listened to during that first trip, over five years ago.

Every time I hear any song from that album, I'm basically 20 again. Don't you love how that is, sometimes? I love when music can take me back to a specific place in my life.

Has it really been five years since we fell in love? And four years since we were married? We've reached the point where I honestly can't imagine my life without Jay, but at the same time, I still feel like I'm the same 20-year-old girl who fell in love with a guy after dating for only a few weeks. It kind of seems like the last several years have just flown by.

In any case, our few days away were exactly what we both needed. It felt good to just run around with him until 3AM with no cares in the world. To eat too much and drink too much and laugh all night long. We took in a comedy show and had a fancy dinner, complete with tiny desserts and some fruity sake. He was the one to reach for my hand as we walked, which made me smile more than I have in a while.

I'm so thankful to have been married to my perfect fit for the past four years. I wonder if there could ever be a time when I ever tire of this wonderful man. Probably not.