Eight years. Holy cow. It's been a wild ride, hasn't it?
Eight years ago, just think of where we thought we'd be. We weren't planning on having kids, and I most certainly wasn't planning on being a stay at home mom. You weren't planning on being a bureaucrat for the Feds either.
But life is so much better now than I could have ever imagined then. Not one, not two, but THREE apples of our eyes! That's pretty cool. A nice house, a pool, two dogs and a cat. We've got it all, don't we? We make a pretty darn good team. And beautiful kids!
You've been put into all kinds of weird positions being with me, and you've stepped up to the challenge every time. From being my arm candy when I was working, to swabbing out two different infected c-section incisions, to taking the night shift when your baby is in the hospital, you've always been there for me. Thank you.
Sure, I complain about a lot of things, as do you, but underneath it all, I know we're both very thankful that all we have to complain about is housework. You've got my back and I've got yours. For eight official years now, and a few more before we made it legal.
Thanks for everything, darlin'. It's been a great eight years. I CAN NOT WAIT to see what the next eight bring!! Here's to us, for forever.