Lucky 13

Today Michael and I marked 13 years of marriage.  We celebrated by nursing a sick child all day.  I had planned to make steak and chocolate cream pie for dinner but instead we had cheese and crackers.  With pepperoni.  That’s a celebration, my friends.

We didn’t exchange gifts but Myke surprised me with a date night on Friday.  We saw an illusionist and it was actually a lot of fun.  I sat there next to Michael thinking about the last 13 years and how quickly the time has passed.  It’s hard to remember my life without him and I’m very grateful for that.

In 13 years we’ve had many experiences together.  We’ve been fat, we’ve been thin.  We’ve been young, we’ve gotten older.  We’ve laughed, yelled, cried, and wondered why we thought getting married was a grand idea. 
   
We’ve struggled, we’ve been happy.  We’ve been poor, we’ve been comfortable. 

We’ve gotten fat again.

We’ve loved each other and shared our lives. 

























  










Happy Anniversary, Michael!  You’re my favorite husband.  (So far).