2 years ago today, in the company of just a few friends and even more dogs, we did this!
*sigh* I still think he looks like a studmuffin here.
Last year, to celebrate we did this.
This year we are working and packing and going to Boise for a race. Even better, right? So, 2 years of marriage – and nearly 6 years together – and I still actually like the guy. I figure that’s a good start.
Today I also get to wish my beloved a happy 45th birthday! I think he practically made it a wedding vow that I was required to give him 2 gifts each June 9th (1 for birthday, 1 for anniversary) so he will be properly spoiled with gadgetry and new toys.
In non-mushy news of the what-can-I-injure-before-Saturday variety, I gave myself a forearm cramp yesterday in the pool locker room, while putting on a bra of all things. *sigh* Maybe I am the one who needs to be encased in bubble wrap until my race and not Rob? I’d suggest a contest at who is more accident prone but I think dislocating your shoulder in the airport on the way to the 70.3 world championship would probably win in a jury of our peers.
T minus 4 days.