8 years ago this afternoon, I married my best friend. The day was hotter than Hades, but we didn’t really mind too much. We were too busy being in love, surrounded by friends and family, and too busy PARTYING to really care (all venues and vehicles were air-conditioned to the max).
Since then, we’ve built a crazy-quilt of a life together, including some travel, two adoptions, a cozy townhouse, and an obsession with Saturn. I can’t imagine life any other way.
Tonight hubby and I went out on a date. Nothing fancy–just a Mexican restaurant that we like to go to, a little walk around the neighborhood, a stroll around the mall and the first Frappucino of the season.
My margarita was a little off (too tart? a little weak? not sure),and the service at the restaurant was so-so at best. But you know what? It didn’t even matter. We had FOUR whole hours…no hurry at all. We had complete conversations on a variety of topics with no interruptions. The venue and lack of service were just background to me.
We really should get out more often….when was your last date night?? How often do you get out sans little people???
This month marks the third anniversary of getting ready to really become parents. It’s our third anniversary of knowing J, our third anniversary of really figuring open adoption out. It’s also the month of our actual wedding anniversary, which is actually this weekend–we are going out tonight to celebrate seven years of being married.
If I had had a crystal ball the weekend of my wedding, and I could have looked into the future, into the summer of 2008, I wouldn’t have believed this is my life. I don’t think I could have even have dreamed of it all–I don’t know what I would have pictured that sweltering weekend in 2001, but it wouldn’t have been as good as it really is now.