Today is my husband’s and my seventh anniversary.

A lot has hap­pe­ned in seven years.

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Year one, we plan­ted an awe­some gar­den at our ren­tal condo and cele­bra­ted Christ­mas in the middle of the night to honor your crazy work schedule.

Year two, we bought a house,  a dog, and I got preg­nant all in the same week.  Good time!!  :-)

Year three, we remo­de­led our house in one month’s time, with a 10 month old and a baby on the way AND our marriage sur­vi­ved!!  How ’bout them apples!!

Year 4, our dar­ling daugh­ter was born.  We had an 18 month old and a new born. Your work sche­dule was horren­dous.  Remem­ber that?  Ya.  Me too!  This was also the year you tes­ted for a pro­mo­tion.  :-)

Year five, you were pro­mo­ted!! That was a HUGE deal but unfor­tu­na­tely we had to miss your pro­mo­tion cere­mony because you had the pla­gue, or Ebola, or the flu.  Wha­te­ver it was, you were down for the count. But as a pro­mo­ted man our life became much easier. For that we were grateful.

Year six was a doozy. You tore year shoul­der and were out of work and at home for seven months… our small home.  But somehow we mana­ged and thri­ved and grew clo­ser all while co-parenting with the best of them.  This was a good year!

Year seven has flown by.  I’ve gone back to school to get my Master’s degree.  But unfor­tu­na­tely, this is the last year I am able to work part time.  Life has been busy, but our hours and days off have coin­ci­ded so we’ve had a lot of time to be together.  Addi­tio­nally, we bought our first tent trai­ler, a purchase that both of us were genui­nely giddy about!

Our eyes have more smile lines, our bellies have more coo­kie lines, and our love is still going strong.

Happy anni­ver­sary baby.  It baf­fles me that you love me so much!

But you should know…I still love you more!