Today is my anniversary. I didn't forget. Really. This is just a late post. Although, should I have ALMOST forgot, I have a reason. This is only year #2, and last year I was in labor, so we've never really celebrated before. Not that we plan on it this year either, because we're cheap. But it doesn't mean I don't WISH we could rush off to Hawaii and relive our honeymoon or something along those lines.
Chris is a wonderful husband that many women would kill for. (I'm watching my back, now.) He's a neat freak, who consequently takes on more than his fair share of chores. He's a fantastic father who thinks the world of his son. He thinks more of me than I think of myself. He's one of the hardest workers I know, and he rarely sits down. He is the person I still talk to 50 times a day.
So, even if once I had to ask why this date was part of a username, or if I flake out sometimes...I still love you. Always will. Thanks for putting up with the chaos that is my mind.
Our first Christmas card together...4 years ago.
