Five years ago today I got married. For some reason the number "5" seems like a big deal to me! I know it's not 25, or 45, or even 10, but it's a good solid number that makes us not newlyweds anymore.
And that's okay.
We've been through tough stuff, both changed careers, taken amazing vacations, laughed our asses off, gained some "happy" weight (no one tells you about the Marriage weight gain) and are still happy to be on the same couch together at the end of the day. We've answered the question about "having kids" a million and one times, and no, we're still not ready. But closer? Maybe? In like a year or two (and I've been saying that for about 3 years). We've discovered that I'm a pretty good cook (see above weight gain), he's still can make me laugh and he's way good at surprises (see Dominican Republic). He's got my back and I've got his. Seriously - don't mess with him or I'll find you.
Stu/Stuart/James/Mr. Fo, whatever people choose to call you - you're my best friend, and even when you pretend to not know how to use the coffee maker so I have to make my own coffee (grrrrr) I still love you beyond words.
Here's to many more wonderful "5 years".