Happy Year Five

Tomorrow marks the fifth anniversary of my marriage to John. Five years. Three children. Millions of kisses and too much love to fit in my arms.

Tonight, John put the girls to bed so I could go out and get a quick hair cut and a pedicure. He had me dash out, dirty dishes in the sink, babies ready to sleep and toddler in play mode just so I could go and feel pretty. He always manages to make me feel like the most loved person on the planet. His concern for me, for our daughters and our extended family never ceases to amaze me. He is a rock. Dependable. Solid. Responsible. Never, ever boring. His sense of humor is wicked and his take on life is refreshing and relevant. He plays a mean game of Mario Cart and never lets me win. Because he knows I just love the chase.

I have been blessed with a partner who always kisses me when he comes home from work. I have been blessed by a man who goes to work each day and makes it a priority to have me stay home with the kids. He rarely complains and loves the food I cook for him. He is my biggest fan and cheerleader. I hope he knows that I am the same for him.

Good times, bad times (well, with him even the bad times aren't so bad) I am able to experience them all with John by my side. I thank my lucky stars every night for putting him into my crazy path nine years ago. And I am so proud to point him out to anyone we meet and say, "There is my husband."

I love you, sweets. Happy anniversary.