See this handsome man? Thirteen years ago today, he left behind the possibility of moving to Tahiti to spend his days sipping margaritas and flirting with babes in bikinis...
...to marry me. (He's a very smart man, so I really can't tell you why he would do such a thing.)
Twenty-seven months of pregnancy, three children, 126 cycles through PMS, 18 weeks
of postpartum abstinence...
Five bedroom swaps, three flooring projects,
one chicken coop, one 4,950-mile road trip (plus countless stresses
having nothing to do with me) later...
We are still married.
This, my friends, is not just a miracle, but a testament to the commitment, endurance, and sheer determination of the man I married. That, and he seems to actually love me.
And I absolutely adore him.Happy 13th Anniversary, my Love! I am so very lucky to be your wife! And marriage is so not obsolete.
