Today we've reached double-digits.
Ten years of marriage!
We've gone from nice tans and well-chiseled abs...
To...well, sort of pasty and our abs have gone taken a leave of absence for one reason or another.
But hey - at least we still travel, right?
We have had lots of fun, both pre-kids and with kids!
We've been blessed with two smart and lively blondies...who give us challenges, of course.
I look forward to this eleventh year, raising one more tiny baby with you, getting through more reno projects, Cormac's first year of kindergarten and all the new things for our smart + perceptive + sensitive kid, and Finola's mood swings and BIG joyous personality that both delight us and wear us out.
I promise that someday I'll nag you less about the renovations. Someday you'll come home and I'll have made a more creative meal than "chicken + rice + cheese" (AKA whatever I had left since somehow we've eaten everything fresh) or "I seriously cannot cook tonight so can you please get us takeout???"
Someday I'll have more interesting things to say, besides "Oh my gosh Finola {-did the most hilarious thing in Target today!"} or {-made me want to cry in Target today."}
Someday we'll spend an entire Saturday binge watching TV shows again, and go on late night walks, and take super romantic vacations, and it will be so very "adult" again.
But until that 'someday,' which I know will come much quicker than either of us want it to, please know this:
Ten years later I still love you dearly. Our life is less simple, but no less lovely.
Ten years later you are still the only man I would ever marry.
I pray for many, many more years with you.
Happy anniversary!
(PS : Your present is this blog post...and a baby!)
