Today we are celebrating eight years of being married. Of doing life together, the good, the bad, and yes, even the ugly.
We tried to have a celebratory anniversary date on Friday but things didn't quite go as planned. We had to go to two different places to get a complete supper, we couldn't figure out what to do next, and ended up being serenaded by a public poetry slam about random things like suicide and some guy who mostly was quoting from the Book of Revelation, as far as we could figure out.
It wasn't the most romantic evening together but, at the end of it we were laughing at the terribleness of it and it hit me -- there's no one I'd rather do life with than Dave. Even when it doesn't go as planned and slides towards the ugly. Maybe even, especially then.
Here's to more of the good and to more of laughing at the rest of it. Together.