Two.

61 days.

2 months.

I never used to believe people when they said that they continue to fall in love with their spouse more and more each day.

And yet, I find that to be the most true statement now.

These past couple of days I've had a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach that just haven't gone away.
I look at Trevor and I just know how much he loves me, how much I love him.
I know that this is the best decision I've ever made.

My husband works so hard for us, and I appreciate that more than he knows.

He continually calms my fears and worries, and makes me look forward to the future with ease.

He makes sure his wife is taken care of at all times.

Opened up our apartment door this afternoon to a bouquet of fall colored flowers, two bags of Hershey Cookies n' Cream bars, and a cute note from my husband.

Favorite line from the note? "It's Trev and Tasha, taking on the world, one day at a time."

Cheeseball.

I love him.