he lives his life on pins and needles

Today is our third anniversary. 

Generally this is the day when it's expected I write a sappy post about undying love and adoration, but I'm taking a new route this year. I'm going to talk about the biggest thing I learned about Christopher this year: he doesn't like finding my sewing pins and needles on the floor.

I can't imagine why.

I don't leave them around on purpose. They make their own way out of the container and onto the floor. Nine times out of ten Christopher is the one to find them. The suspense of never knowing where a pin will show up next really adds a special suspense to our relationship.

Happy anniversary, Christopher. I hope you're always the one to find my misplaced sewing items.