To “The Man”, Who Makes it all Possible
Happy Anniversary, babe.
Though this isn’t one of those big “round number” anniversaries, it felt like a good time to reflect on how our life has changed and evolved over the years.
12 years ago,
You were about to leave for six months in Turkey.
We had just bought our first house, new construction on a tiny lot in a neighborhood with an HOA.
We had no pets.
We’d never built a fence.
I didn’t have a ball of yarn to my name (and didn’t know what I was missing).
You drove a Chrysler LeBaron convertible, and owned maybe one power tool.
We know that we’ll be home together every night.
Home is a little old house on a couple of acres out in the boonies.
We have two dogs, a cat, five chickens, and 5 sheep that will be arriving shortly. (!)
We’ve done more home improvement in the last five years than most people do in a lifetime.
I have raw fleece stashed in the laundry room closet.
Your third truck is a tractor, and the shop is overflowing into the garage.
But one thing has not changed.
You’re my very favorite person. And I’m so glad I dragged you down the aisle.
Thanks for sharing the adventure. (And special thanks for hanging in there with me for the fencing. I know it’s been rough.)
With love, for always-