5.

An anniversary in the wilderness is definitely, definitely better than one spent waiting for a delayed flight in the Chicago airport. Marriage gets better every year.

Actually, marriage does get better every year. Sometimes it amazes me to think about how much more I love Jason than I did on August 12 five years ago when we stood in front of the people we love and repeated our vows--at the time it seemed like I couldn't love him more than I did at that moment, but, after five years of knowing him more and more, I find myself amazed at how lucky I am that he picked me back then. Here's to the next five (and fifteen, and fifty)!