Happy Anniversary, Paul!

Paul and I have been married for four years today.

We were married at St. Francis Catholic Parish on the campus of The University of Alabama on a beautiful autumn day.

Our wedding program had a typo.  Instead of "Best Man," Paul's brother Daniel was the "Beast Man."  We knew about the mistake but didn't correct it.

Our wedding was during the Alabama vs. Tennessee game.  Alabama lost.

Our priest's residence was burglarized during our ceremony.

Our reception was at the L & N Station in downtown Tuscaloosa.  Paul had milk and cookies in lieu of a traditional groom's cake.

My cousin Hunter ate nothing but cookies.

Caught up in the excitement of things, I neglected to pack a suitcase for our wedding night, so I had to wear Paul's shirt, boxer shorts, and shoes out of the hotel the next morning.  It was that or the dress.  If we hadn't have been carrying a wedding gown it would have been the best/worst Walk of Shame ever.

We went to New Orleans for our honeymoon and stayed at the Royal Sonesta on Bourbon Street.  The details of the trip are a little hazy, but we ate a lot of delicious food (I gained 5 lbs.), ate Beignets, went to the aquarium, and made some friends who brought us to an uptown bar.

Since we've been married, we've:
bought a house
bought a car
traveled out of the country
adopted four cats (and fed countless others)
had a baby
adopted a puppy
run half-marathons (Paul)
watched half-marathons from the sidelines (Lauren)
had another baby on the way

Happy Anniversary, Paul!  I love you!