Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I ain't got nothin' but love babe, eight years this week...
So Tuesday was our eight year anniversary. Ian left for work at 7 am and when he woke me up to tell me goodbye and happy anniversary I had a breathe right strip on my nose and bad breath. That night when he kissed me goodnight I had yet another breathe right stip on my nose and the sweet scent of the Halls of Mentholyptus filled the air in our love nest.
Not quite the way we said goodnight eight years ago.
Eight years ago we were both at least 30 pounds and three kids lighter. We were looking our best and acting our best. We went out to expensive dinners and stayed in fancy hotels just for the fun of it that first year we were married. It rocked.
We have lived through five jobs, family deaths, five residences, grad school, an almost nervous breakdown (by yours truly), the birth of the Mag, a move from God's Country to Gator Country, the birth of the twins, Tori's diagnosis, and lots of other stuff in between. It's easy to look back and see all the tough things we've been through. It's good, though, to think back on all the ways we've grown closer through those bad and good times.
We watched the movie "Family Man" over Thanksgiving and if you haven't seen it then you should go get it right now. It's such a great, funny and true movie. And Tea Leoni has possibly the best haircut known to mankind in this film. Anyway, there's one line in the movie that is so sweet and so true. Nicolas Cage looks at his wife and says to her, "After all these years I've never stopped loving you." Sappy, chic flickish, but so good. And so true. When we said "I do" on that rainy night in Columbia eight years ago I never could have imagined how deeply I would come to love and care for Ian. Not fancy, just fabulous.
BTW, I definitely picked two "30 pounds ago" pics for this post.