Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Four years ago today, Josh and I met in a Chicago bar.

Now I know most people at this point would say, "And it was love at first sight."

But that's pretty damn schmoopie and we are so not like that. Actually, it was far from it. We talked, he asked for my number, I said I did not give my number out to boys I met in bars, so I gave him my business card. He had taken a picture with me and my sister and then he left.

Without even a wave.

Whatever.

Then that Monday morning, there was an e-mail from him with the photo and the message "Now you can tell all your friends you partied with a rock star."

Four years later, here we are an old married couple, just shy of eight months.

Funny, I guess the Luck O' The Irish was with me that night.

Thanks for the last four years babe. Here's to 54 more!