Five years married, today.
Four cars, and three houses later.
Two adorable and annoying dogs.
One gorgeous, hard-won, baby boy.
Countless hours laughing, worrying, hoping, planning and dreaming of a life that keeps surprising us at every turn.
Gone are the days of lazy mornings reading in bed, and eating whatever, whenever, wherever we want, or last minute trips out of town.
Instead I get to watch my son take his first tentative steps to his daddy, and listen to them make each other laugh before bedtime each night, and see how excited they are to see each other everyday when my hardworking husband gets home from work.
And while I change the majority of the diapers, he takes care of easily 90% of all the disgusting dog- and nature-related things that happen around here. (“There’s a headless dead animal in the yard I can’t identify. Happy Anniversary!” — true story, so romantic.)
Love you, boop!