Ever since I started this blog BW has decided that every day I should write and profess my love for her when I write instead of writing about the every day and the dog, kid, etc.
But today – being our anniversary will be different:
BW: I love you.
There. done. Happy?
Seriously though, I/we could not be happier. I brought home flowers and pink mini cupcakes because nothing says I love you like cheap flowers and unneeded calories.
We’re lucky. In the past 13 years we’ve – dare I say it? Figured it out?
We’re not perfect and we still struggle, and we’ve had our share of adventures and struggles, but I have to tell you that 13 feels pretty good.
As I write this BW is asleep upstairs while the child is trying to. I am sure the dog has found something to chew on that she shouldn’t, and I am down here in my man cave trying to build an audience.
There’s flowers on the table, the child has been relatively well behaved and we’re indoors on a cold winter night with the heat on and high speed internet and our bellies full of cupcakes.
To quote that Christmas movie: It’s a wonderful life.
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