This picture that looks like you’re about to lay down some serious dance moves. (Or murder me for taking yet another picture.) Midnight runs to Walmart for dark chocolate and sour patch kids. Friday night crafts that turn into Sunday nights exhaustion. Dirty dishes in the sink from all the meals we’ve shared with each other and our loved ones. Fighting when assembling furniture and realizing we shouldn’t assemble furniture together anymore. Disagreements on religion. Almost losing you to your addiction… Creating a family of our own. Getting to watch you be an amazingly patient father. There are a million memories between us in the universe we’ve created together but out of all the victories and disappointments and hard times and times that we were laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe, I wouldn’t change one moment.