Six years, people. SIX YEARS! Now, granted I'm sure of you are thinking, "Meh, six years, big whoop."
Well, poo-poo to you, because six years is pretty danged good. Now, granted, we're planning many thousands of eons more, but still, ya gotta start somewhere.
See, here we are starting...
Here we are, all, "Huh? We just got married? We're allowed to do WHAT NOW?"
Okay, okay, we were probably confused about something ELSE, but still. I think we've both had that look on our faces the majority of the last six years.
We definitely did when we did this:
and most recently this:
|From April 2009|
We have definitely had that look on our face when we've moved five times in six years (and in three weeks, it will be six.)
When we've rolled cars down a hill, changed jobs, graduated
We've been through lots and lots in our little tiny six years together. And we've acquired lots and lots, (not just children)
Two dearly loved, but foolish acquired kitties:
A piano, three cars, one scooter, large amounts of furniture, baby items, consumed bazillions of meals...
See? Six years is no cake walk. But you blink and it's been six years....
We're just living life.
See? There we go.
Derek is my favorite person. He's just very very very wonderful. He bats no eye when I say things like:
"I think we should move."
"I think we should have a baby."
"I think we should cloth diaper."
"I think we should stay and NOT move."
"I think we should have this baby at home."
"I think I should become a doula"
The list goes on. He is my biggest supporter. Derek lets me dream and then immediately tries to help make it a reality. He is kind and gentle and loving. He is a wonderful husband who will get me a cheeseburger whenever I want one. Derek is my best friend. He listens when I ramble on and on about childbirth and cervix dilation. He offers help to me when I am overwhelmed. He scoops me ice cream whenever I want it. Derek buys me vacuum cleaners and gets super excited about it. He happily cares for our children any moment day or night, when I slip off to help someone else. He encourages me and tells me I'm awesome. Derek is my partner, my co-pilot, my HUSBAND. He holds my hand, he kisses my lips.
Derek loves me. STILL! And I am so grateful.
What more could a girl possibly need?
|From June 2009|
(Henry took that picture, and I love it.)
Happy we-made-it-six-years-here's-to-millions-more Day, my love.