Three Years Ago Today I Married My Italian Man

Three years ago I married a badass Italian man in freezing cold Park City with my family and friends and Francesco’s awesome friends who flew in from all over the world (6 months later we married again in Italy).

Our best friends gave terrifying/sweet speeches, we danced (and my step mom learned to cut the cake), and celebrated our majestic union. Three years and nobody has been strangled. Totally killing this marriage thing. Thanks, Francesco, for smirking at my OCD, making fun of my terrible temper, and loving my friends and family like they were your own. You’re the best (like way better than that one bitches husband), and I’m so happy to fall asleep every night next to you, mildy tangled in your luxurious chest hair.

To forever! Or until one if us taps out (but if you tap our first I’ll hire a hitman…cause LOVE ME). Tanti baci…to the man who has made me a more empathetic, tolerant, open person. I love you. Aggressively.



19 thoughts on “Three Years Ago Today I Married My Italian Man

  1. First of all, across the miles, “Congratulations on your 3rd anniversary”!

    And to you, who always brightens my day when reading your post. Pks.keep up the wonderful work:).

    Pls.enjoy Firenze for me, each and every day as after traveling there 14 times, it is still my most favorite city.

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