Three years ago today, on February 2nd, 2007,  I met the charming and handsome man who is now my husband.

February 2nd is also Groundhog Day.

As we tried to determine which should be our wedding day, my husband advocated for having it on Groundhog Day (which fell on a Saturday in 2008). I was by no means a bridezilla over the 8 months of our engagement, but this is one decision that I could not live with.

Groundhog day is a cute tradition and all and I have fond memories of the fat fellows hanging outside my dorm room while in graduate school during the summers at St. Bonaventure. I spent a cummulative 4 hours (approximated) of my life watching them wiggle their flabby bodies across an open field, standing on their back two feet and being generally awesome. The sight is soothing to an overworked brain and a salve after days of reading.  I think they should be perscribed by doctors.

I think I'm going to have to wrap this discombobulated blog...let's see if I can tie it all together...

Just as Punxsutawney Phil, on February 2nd each year, predicts the next six weeks of weather, it was on February 2nd of 2007 that six weeks, nay seventy-six years of fine weather began for us.

If you are reading this, honey, Happy Anniversary!