Twelve years ago today, I was single.
Twelve years ago tomorrow, I got married. And was suddenly not single.
Seven years from tomorrow, I will have been married longer than I was single.
Seven years from last Monday, I will be 38 years old.
Two hours ago, my husband told me that my father in-law is staying with us for a few days.
Two hours from now, I will be sleeping, dreaming of the romantic anniversaries in my future. The ones where we go somewhere - anywhere - together. Even if that somewhere (anywhere) is nowhere. As long as it's just the two of us.
Cause I like the two of us.
We are awesome.
Together.
6 comments:
On the list of traditional anniversary gifts, i don't remember "inlaws" for the 12th, but maybe I just didn't see it.. good to know in two years.
Happy Anniversary!!
Yes, what a grand anniversary "surprise". Enjoy!
I think the craziest thing about this is that I remember when you got married. I remember playing "all day" while all the grown-ups were at the temple and we had babysitters, but I had all kinds of responsibility in my head. I got to sleep in a camper. I gave you and Ty flower seeds as a wedding gift. Goodness, that feels like another life. Congratulations!!!! :D
I like it. You complete me. Ok so your writing completes me. To many more happy years of marriage and one hopeful vacation!
I've missed everything around this joint. Birthdays and anniversaries and everything else in between. I'm back. And all that blogging is actually making me quite happy. Feeling reconnected again. I like being connected. Different than having connections but equally as rewarding.
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