He is a sweetie, my husband. It's our anniversary.
Seven Years!
(And as I type this the fragrant peonies are practically knocking me over and causing me actual sinus pain.)
(But I won't move the bouquet because that wonderful peony smell reminds me of early summer growing up. My mom had some bushes in her garden.)
Seven years is a long time. Not long like 30 years, of course, but long enough to show we're hanging in there.
I have a hard time realizing I have actually been married seven years.
It isn't that it has dragged on that long....or that it was so blessed and wonderful that the time just flew by (just being realistic people-nothing is perfect!!)
Maybe what seems so long is that we have actually known each other since we were 19 and 20.
I'm 31 and he'll be 33.
My MIL says that if I wasn't the way I am, he'd be a tyrant and if he wasn't the way he is, he'd be a hen pecked husband.
Is that a compliment? :)
Kind of. I guess it means we "work." And that is a good thing.
Happy Anniversary Love. It has been a good seven years.
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