Five Years ago

We played Scrabble for hours. And slept late on the weekends and watched movies all day. We took long, slow walks, hand-in-hand and stayed up late talking for hours about work or politics. We worked out everything with a nice dinner out, followed by dessert.

Nothing mattered but each other. We were the world and we knew nothing more than that.

So little we knew about the lives we would create, the people we would become. So little.

What a ride! I'm hanging on for dear life, dear husband. So glad you asked me to tag along to that work thing. So glad I accepted that offer. So glad. So glad. About everything. About it all. About you. And them, downstairs, who carry your nose and your eyes and your wit. And your heart.

Happy Anniversary, Dan!

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