Christmas cliche (Dahnya)

Today marks six months of marriage to the coolest person I know. I know, I know. Lame, cheesy, corny, etc. But it's true! Brace yourself.

(Fran's face: priceless)

He's multi-faceted, well read, nerdy, handy, sweet, will eat anything in the pantry, makes the bed every single morning, makes me breakfast in bed, draws random little doodles for me to find, watches anime and attempts to relate it to my romance novels, jogs at a snail's pace just to keep me company when we all know he could run blocks and still keep going, spends hours talking to my dad, cries during sappy movies, supports every endeavor I attempt...the list could go on and on and on. 


The six months as Fran's wife have been the happiest as of yet. I remember reading (or hearing) that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I'm not going to lie and say that the time has been all peaceful harmony (because those of you who know us, know Fran is also a mule when it comes to things such as, spending money!) but then we would be a boring couple with nothing to set off sparks with. 


To the many milkshakes, jogs (if we can call them that), arguments, late night netflixing and beyond!