The first time I saw Dr. P, I was smitten. He came to my apartment to see J, the boyfriend of my former roommate, and I could. not. get over how good looking J's friend was.

If my memory serves me correctly, J, my roommate A, my ex and I spent over an hour discussing the looks of The Boy who would one day become Dr. P (my Dr. P). I had no dog in the fight, I simply believed The Boy to be a superior human specimen.

Looking back, Dr. P hardly remembers the night and I giggle when I think about the things that initially drew me to the man who will be my husband. Yes, I think he's dreamy, but had I known how kind, and intelligent, and strong, and dedicated. and funny, and honest, and hardworking, and inquisitive, and brilliant, and sexy, and gosh darn wonderful he was back then I would have swiftly bid the (very nice) ex adieu, and gone after The Boy like a she wolf.

Luckily fate (and perhaps roommate A) saw the bigger picture, and brought us together. We both had slight limps I from a car accident late in the spring semester, he from a botched surgery, and we bonded at the back of the pack. But we've regained our (rather fast-paced) strides hand-in-hand, going further together than we ever could have imagined before.

Dr. P has been my refuge for the past four years. He is my shelter, my council, my cheerleader and my protector. And now, I cannot wait to add "my husband" to that list of adjectives.

Dr. P. I love you more than I knew was possible. I cannot wait for the rest of our lives to begin.