Much as I would love to make us a family birthday cake as I’ve done the last two years, that’s not happening today. Or at all this week. Too many other things going on. And I’m okay with that.
I’ve never been the kind of girl who needs big traditionally romantic gestures to feel loved, which works well because David’s not good at that kind of thing anyway. Roses and candles and slow jams are not really our thing, unless we’re being snarky, in which case bring on the Boyz II Men.
We fist bump over our little successes. Split the last cookie. Quote “Arrested Development” and “Friends” at each other. Maybe make out a little while the kids aren’t paying attention. You know. The important stuff.
Our love has always been fairly undemonstrative. Full of inside jokes and happy moments together, but not always obvious to people watching us. It’s quiet and special and I like it that way.
Happy anniversary to us, David. I love the life we’re building together. I really love these kiddos we’ve made. But I loved you first, and I choose to love you always.
Photo by Photography Hill. I know this is my profile pic for pretty much everything right now but it’s one of my all-time favorites, even if baby boy does look like a slug.