Weee!

Happy anniversary.

Well, we’re here. The first year that we haven’t gotten cards or gifts or made plans. We talked about it, assured one another that we were still in love but teething and work and errands and sick dogs and travel and mouse attacks and taxes and, I dunno, household chores or something have all conspired to leave us too tired to make a fuss. Right now, anniversary plans just feel like one more thing on the already novella-length to do list.

Despite my usual lack of filter, I do see (I can be taught, it seems) that it would be inappropriate to go on at length or in detail about how much you mean to me, how very proud I am of you or how catching your eye across the room still makes me giggle like a little girl who kicks her toes in the dirt as she lifts her skirt to cover her eyes.

So I won’t do that. I’ll just say that I love you. And thank you for picking me.