Four more years

Yesterday, it had been four years to the day since my first date with DK. One day, if you'll indulge me, I'll tell you the full dopey tale of our wooing, which involves: a two-person "book club," Tolkien's grave, and vinyl soundtracks of '70s movies.

Now look at us. We sign rent checks together, parent two cats together, own a fancy seltzer maker together. Coupledom, y'all. It sneaks up on you, and all of a sudden you find yourself saying things to each other like, "The electric bill just hit our joint checking," and "Should we renew our Costco membership?"

Still--and forgive the soppiness--our relationship is pretty golden. Things just can't be all that bad if fours year on, someone still makes your heart go pitter-patter when they walk through the door, right?