Happy Anniversary, Baby, Got You on My Miiiiiind

Yesterdsay was Dave and my 2 year wedding anniversary (the cotton one, in case you were wondering).  And in case you're wondering further, it's been a very eventful 2 years.  We've actually known each other for 4 years and when I think back to our first Thanksgiving together it's mindboggling that we've both changed jobs, moved across country, bought a house, landscaped and semi-remodeled a house, run a couple of marathons, run the Boston Marathon, got a dog and HAD A BABY.  Last night consisted of bit of reflection and a big ol' sigh in what has happened in mostly the last two years. 

Do you look back with your life partner and think about when your first met and what you were thinking at the time?  I love to do that because I love to think about how dating Dave was so much easier and natural and right than dating anybody else has been.  And let me tell you, I do wish blogging had been around for a few years before we met because I would have had so much fun blogging about my dating frenzy of 20-some-odd dudes over the course of a year or so.  (Key word:  odd)  Vet boy.  Art Boy I.  Art Boy II.  Melrose Place Boy.  Biter Boy.  Detective Boy.  Just to name a few.  Dave started out as Runner Boy, but quickly became Dave when I realized that he was a keeper. 

It seems like I've known him forever but that the last 4 years have been no time at all.  I am one lucky mama to have a sexy, clever, kind, patient, handy, smart smoochie muffin husband like I do.

Yes, I heard you all gagging over the treacle (some of you more than others!), but I don't care.  And no, LASt NIGHT was champagne.  Today is just me.   

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