4 long, hard years...

I can hardly believe it! Exactly 4 years ago today I married my fellow Mav, my YMCA co-worker and my college sweetie-heart. He came knocking at my 208 Balcerzak door... for my roommate. Yup, no need to re-read. You saw it right. My! Roommate! He claims it was just to get his foot in the door, and I can hardly blame him, I was caught up in all kinds of boy drama. A date or two with my roomie and they called it "friends" and he became a pretty regular fixture in our living room. He was just Jerrid and we all loved him. He always knocked at the door to the beat of Prince's "When Doves Cry" and never waited to be let in. He was our buddy. He handled the house ful of 5 gals (as in 5 periods, 5 PMS's, 5 turns in the bathroom to get ready) like he grew up with two sisters instead of two brothers. He was the kind of guy who drank the better part of a 12 pack waiting for D and I to get dressed in our "perfect" New Year's Eve outfit. At this point I could see he was a "keeper." I just didn't realize he would be MY "keeper."

Yada, yada, yada... Fast forward through all the mushy stuff and we get back to my point. "Many scores and 4 years" ago today (4 long, happy, only sometimes hard) years ago we tied the knot in front of family and friends aboard the Harriet Bishop. The tune you hear now played as we faced the teary crowd for the first time as husband and ball&chain. Since then we have celebrated life with no regrets except for my bad wedding hair and a couple of smashed bumpers (without a doubt-all small stuff). In moments of intense discussion (typically during a DO IT OURSELVES project) I threaten that, "he WAS my favorite husband." But the truth is he is the only match, the perfect match for me (after all Patrick Dempsy is taken...j/k). I most certainly have found my better half.