Today, I have had the pleasure of loving the woman of my dreams for 1,185 days. Considering she is a smart aleck who prides herself on correcting me, she will let me know that three years is only 1,095 days; however, what she does not realize are the extra 90 days account for the three months prior to the initiation of our relationship when I drafted vows to a woman I was madly in love with who thought of me as solely her best friend. And although I often joked about her being my best man when I got married, I was preoccupied with the idea of her becoming my bride. She is everything I love about my mom, and everything I hope our future daughter is. Through her, I found peace of mind, faith and hope for a better future. Through her, I found out how to be whole again because she does not complete me, instead she compliments me in the best way possible. Here’s to five years of knowing her, four years of being best friends with her and three years (and three months) of being in love with her.