Happy Anniversary to me. Us, I mean.
9 years of marriage and I can only find a handful of pics of just the two of us?
What a shame. This year maybe I'll work on handing the camera to someone else and ensuring that the both of us are in a picture together once in a while. Shudder. I try and stay out of pics if I can.
Heck, we've only got a handful of family pictures, too. But I digress.
9 years ago I's wearing a dress I had to suck in constantly just to fit inside- I could barely breathe, and by the end of the night I'd popped one of the millions of buttons on the back. Accidently, of course. And today, well today, I barely fit in maternity clothes. But he's still nice to me, all the same. Heck, he's even letting me rest my swelling kankles in his lap while I type. What more could I ask for?
Do we have anything planned? Heck no. Oh wait I've got a doctor's appointment. Does that count?
Maybe next year, being the big 10th, we'll plan something spesh.
But for today, I love ya man. And it's as true this year as last: "I like him more now than I did then." Amen.