Happy Day!

Yesterday was husby and my twelve year anniversary. Yeah, TWELVE. I can hardly believe he's put up with my insanity this long and is actually looking forward to dealing with me for even more years to come.

Twelve years ago.

It's hard to remember a time before kids. Where we did things as a couple or did nothing at all.

A magical time where I actually fit into a single digit pant size. And I complained it wasn't good enough.

Then the busy days of childrearing started and those special times between us grew further part. We don't have the luxuries of coupledom anymore. Our days are harried with our separate persuits; his, working to support us and mine, supportive of our work. But it's been a good twelve years. Looking back at the memories of our childless days, I smile, I laugh at our immaturity, but I wouldn't trade the world to go back.

Here's to a happy day and many more to come.