So, I’ve blinked and it’s practically September. I guess having a newborn in the house can do that! Sunday was our anniversary…twelve years…wow!
Fancy dinner out?
Ummmm….no. Because I consider it a feat just to wash my hair every day and keep the milk-leak-spots off the front of my shirt. And don’t get me started on the hospital bills. But I did spend most of the weekend at home (alone with the new guy) getting a ton of stuff done. I don’t know about you, but in my book it’s hard to beat the gift of productivity. I’m so addicted to checking things off a list.
So there was no big celebration or dress-up event…but I don’t think you need to do that every year. (And we are planning a weekend away in October to see the greatest band ever in Austin…and that’s kind of an anniversary event.) But I did have these waiting for him when he came home on Sunday night…you know, just to say “Hey, I’m happy to be married to you.”
And then, of course, I get to have some, too!