Seven Years

Today is our anniversary. As I type, my beloved is constructing a raised bed for a veggie garden in the back yard. A celebratory pork tenderloin is presently being smoked to perfection, a potato salad awaits dressing in the fridge, and plans for a homey, cozy evening are eagerly anticipated. After we tuck our kids in their beds (except the night-owl baby) we intend to sip on adult libations, watch Season 5 of Ballykissangel of which I do believe the postal worker just slipped into our mail box. We will enjoy our smoked gouda and crackers, try our best to not spill wine on the white carpet, and take great comfort and joy in knowing we still love each other best, and wish only to continue the good thing started seven years ago today. There's no one in the world I'd rather be with, fight with, love, admire, annoy, get old with, have adorable blond babies with, or veg on the couch and watch a show that no one else would want to watch with. God grant us many more years together!