I can’t believe six years have passed since wifey and I got married. Where did the time go? It must have been fun since it has all been quite a blur. Yes, we’ve had our ups and downs (some WAAAY downs) but through it all we’ve stood firm to our love for each other, to our vows, and to trying to understand each other. We’re great parents to a little boy who keeps us grounded. I have to say that he’s probably just as much our foundation as we are his. I’d like to think that right now our lives are in a happy place because of our histories. Our separate histories when we didn’t know each other and the history we share when we met.
Wifey is my rock. She’s my partner in crime (in more ways than one), one of the two reasons I laugh (Jake’s the other one), she does my complaining for me, she does the hating for me, and she’s my own personal manicurist (we’re still working on the pedicure part – hee hee!). And in the past couple of months, I’ve falling head over heels in love for here all over again.
She makes waking up in the morning something to look forward to even though she constantly asks for another two minutes.
Wifey – I know you’re going to read this…so thanks for six wonderful married years…eight total years…and five years of shared parenthood. I’ve loved every minute of it. I’ve lived and grown with you and I can’t think of anyone I would have shared it with. I can’t think of anyone I will share the next 60 years with…well…except for on Tuesdays. ;) Happy Anniversary, My Love.
PS> Sorry I was sick this weekend. I hope it didn't ruin our anniversary.