Anniversary post...

September 21, 2002.

The day we were married.

9 years ago.

2 kids ago.

1 house and 2 apartments ago.

3 Grandparents and 1 parent ago.

We've been through our share of good times, we've been through our share of not so good times.

Right now, you are washing the dishes and trying to fix your computer again.

I just wanted to let you know that I love you.

I love you because:

You kill the spiders because you know how much they freak me out.

Every other phrase out of your mouth has to do with the bedroom.

You laugh at me, even when I may not find it particularly funny.

You clean the cat litter.

You are a huge baby when you get sick and I don't want to take care of you.

You take care of me when I'm sick.

It's fun to scare you when you're sleeping by running and jumping on the bed.

You have 413 Porsche T-shirts. And counting.

You enjoyed it when I took the rental Charger for a spin and was speeding.

You let me drive.

You grocery shop with me and pick out the produce.

You push the girls on the swings.

You watch the worst shows on TV.

You cry at Extreme Makeover Home Edition too.

You let me make fun of you, and laugh along with it.

You don't get too mad when I gently stop your snoring with a slap tap to the head shoulder.

All of your clean clothes are in a pile on your closet floor, none on the hangers.

You are super helpful around the house and with the kids.

You can't remember everyones' name in my family.

You help protect me from my brothers now that they are bigger and faster than me.

You come home every day and still love me.

I love you.

9 years and counting.



From our honeymoon.  Would have put up a wedding photo, but we are having computer issues.