Monday, July 5, 2010

July 6, 2002

On July 2, 2002, I married my best friend. We joked on our honeymoon that "the joke was on you" anytime one of us surprised the other or did something that made the other think, "hmmm...what was he/she thinking?" because we went into this with full commitment. I wonder if he still thinks that from time to time. After eight years of marriage, I am no longer hiding how much I spend on fountain drinks, how I hate to pump gas, how library late fees just don't bother me, how I have to fall asleep to the television, how many black turtlenecks and pairs of blue jeans I truly do need, how you can scrimp on mascara but foundation has to be of a good quality, how much I will obsess about finding the perfect hairdresser, how I will worry about our children even when everyone is healthy and happy, how much time I will spend at the grocery stores smelling the fabric softeners, how the sheets have to be changed once or twice a week, or my disdain for matching up socks. I'd like to think he finds my idiosyncrasies charming and delightful, but the truth is, I am just happy that he puts of with all of them. Love is so much more than a feeling, it is a behavior. I am so lucky to have had Matthew cross my path thirteen years ago. To have him settle down with me and to have given me the four best gifts that I have ever (or will ever) receive...him and our children.

Happy Anniversary Love!

"Tons"
XOXO

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