11 years. We got up, took J to school, ran around like crazy, got married, picked J up, then drove to Atlanta for the weekend to pick up R. We waited until we were all together to tell the kids. They cheered, we all laughed, and we had a great weekend. We already considered ourselves a family and I wasn’t sure the piece of paper would mean that much. The commitment was already there, but there is something about saying those vows. I get misty thinking about it.
So, honey, here’s to you. My heart, my rock, my tv buddy, and pillow. The one who can make me laugh even when I want to strangle him. The one I cannot imagine my life without.
Love you. Happy Anniversary. Here’s to many, many more.