My anniversary is quickly approaching, and I have trouble believing that it has been 3 years. My pregnancy illness robbed us of a second anniversary last year. And, as much as I hate hyperemesis, I feel like this anniversary embodies so much more for us. This past year and a half brought our marriage vows to a whole new level. We have been beaten and survived. May this coming year strengthen us and bless us as we enjoy our new little family. I love you babe!