Today should be eight years. Its more like five, four and a half really. I don’t know where we start from or what number we say, but either way I have known you for fourteen, been a girlfriend for nearly eleven, married for eight, living together for five. Whatever you want to call it, I am glad you are here now. I am glad we are trying. We both have our faults, and will continue to have them, but I can’t go out of this saying I or we didn’t try.