11 years strong

Dave and I celebrated our eleventh anniversary this weekend. While it might not have been the most romantic weekend--we spent it largely stripping and sanding bookcases(and by we I mean, Dave and his fantastically helpful and industrious parents), it was really gratifying and wonderful. Like in the previous post, the days leading up to our anniversary had me reflecting on our relationship. And, the gist is, that after eleven years of marriage, and fifteen years of being together, I am so in love with the man my little boys call Daddy. Much of what I'm thinking right now is too cheesy and personal to write here, but suffice it to say that Dave rocks.