The longer we've been together, the more foolish I feel about trying to write sappily about us because, come on, we're married, we liked each other enough to have ourselves the cutest little kid there ever was, and we have signed our names to many, many documents that will make it a bitch to ever part one day. Clearly we get along. What's there to say about my marriage that's new or original or not barf-inducing, you know?
Except, well, we have this marriage because we started dating seven years ago today.
(I'm not taller than him. I just found a rock to stand on!)
And even this day feels a little foolish to celebrate becaue it's not our wedding anniversary but it's the day that changed it all, all the same.
If you had told me all those years ago, right after that first night, that in seven years we'd be married and happy and would have a sleeping Kyle down the hall, I would have called you crazy, rolled my eyes, and then turned around to hide the smile. Because, man, that would have been good news to hear.