Today is eight years married to the husband of my dreams. Most days I’m trying to figure out how I landed this guy so far out of my league. The way he loves me and the way he loves our family is beyond my wildest dreams. He said it best today when he said it just gets better every year. It really does. I’m not sure how he manages to make me fall deeper in love with him, but I can’t help it. I just love him and having all of his red-headed babies. Right now, our lives are full of a whole lot of staring at each other on an iPhone screen (like, a lot, like, four hours a day). Tonight he just sat there watching me eat pizza telling me I’m the prettiest girl in the world. It’s not my first pick for an anniversary date – apart, that is, I’m totally down with pizza. But, somehow I can’t help but love him just a little bit more after today.
I wish I could have traveled the world to see him this deployment, but it wasn’t in the cards. But, I’m getting this man back SO SOON and we have six months of spoiling each other to make up for! Starting with some overdue kidless dates, because we have eight amazing years to celebrate. I miss your smiley eyes and your dad jokes and your foot rubs and your giant hugs and how you grab my butt when you really shouldn’t be grabbing my butt. He won’t see this until morning, because huge time difference, but I love you babe! Bring on Year Nine!