10 years ago today I married a guy I was pretty sweet on.
We’d already been together 7 years, so I was fairly certain I liked him.
Now, 17 years (10 married), 2 kids, 1 dog and 16 countries later I still really like being around him.
Could he close the kitchen cupboards when he’s done getting what he needs out of them? Sure! But even with that barely forgivable flaw, I like him enough to be the bigger person and look past it.
Like to his awesome butt.
And his enormous brain, his incredible heart and those enviable lashes and blue eyes.
He doesn’t believe in social media and doesn’t read my blog, so he’ll never see this, but whatevs.
The other night he casually said, “I’m having a hard time coming up with an anniversary gift idea.”
I turned to him, petrified. “You mean we have to get each other something? I bought you a card and thought I was doing great.”
The relief on his face was hilarious and made me like him even more. We’re saving for a house,
Happy Anniversary, Friend!
I really, really, really like your butt! xoxo