Two Thousand Nine Hundred Twenty Five Days

of marriage.

Last Friday Mitch & I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. I had high hopes of putting up a post that day & creating a layout but the boys & the demands they put on my time quickly dashed those hopes.

In lieu of tangible gifts we gave the gift of undivided attention this year, which I was desperate for. My mom came & watched the boys and we enjoyed an adult dinner out at our favorite local Italian restaurant complete with conversation, wine & dessert. I was in heaven.

It felt so good to get dressed up, by my current standards, for my guy.


Before I came to terms that my layout wasn't going to happen, I spent my day reading through old love letters I had sent Mitch while we were dating. It was so very cool to peek back at how our decade together began.

At dinner I joked with Mitch that looking back I'm shocked I didn't scare him away. To say I was smitten is an understatement. I was head over heels and not very shy about it!


At dinner we talked about our past, our new family & the future dreams we share. The cool thing is I am still totally smitten with this guy.


The last two thousand nine hundred twenty five days of being his wife have made me a better person.

In retrospect, one of my favorite things about my husband is that he calls me out when it's needed. I may not always enjoy it when it's happening but I definitely appreciate it looking back at how I've grown over the years. We have always stood on equal ground & I think is why our marriage, while not always perfect, works for us.

We are truly partners in parenthood, friendship & marriage.


This morning as I turned to channel 206 to watch the USA fight for it's place in the next round of the World Cup I had to laugh. It was only 8 years ago my new husband was explaining this sporting event to me on our honeymoon while I listened politely. And here I was with Mitch at work intently watching the game alone.

I love these sign posts that two lives have truly become one.

lovemon