Two.

Two years married. Two years since I was a bride. Two years since I should have changed my last name. We spent our anniversary kind of low key. It was just for us. I got a beautiful bouquet of peonies with a big navy bow (I died! That's pic of my nightstand right now), we ate sandwiches at Groves market and took our dogs for a really long walk. Oh and there may have been a box from Louis Vuitton somewhere in there. Henry has this way of making me feel like a Princess and I'm lucky to be his wife. There is just something about being married to him that gives me this sense of security and happiness. Oh and I'm madly in love with him as well...