10 years

We ate pizza, topped it off with ice cream, waltzed around a museum and then bought ourselves some new clothes.  The later because it was discovered earlier in the day that neither one of us really had suitable 'date night' attire.

I understand that a post like this can be cloying, so I left most of that for our face to face conversations.  But if this blog of thoughts is read (by say, our children) some day in the future, let it be recorded that we are great partners.  And after 15 years together, know each other well.  Also, that level of love and respect feels wonderful.  Totally worth the effort.  Also, also?  I still really like him.  Like goofy, lovey-dovey, want to be around him all the time, like him.

Our humble celebration was probably the antithesis for 10 year anniversary revelry.   
And not because we felt some calling to be simple, but more that we are overrun with the daily.  I had no expectations, I was just happy to be alone with him for a few hours.  And actually, that might be why it turned out so well.

We sat down to dinner with a big exhale.  Next, smiled ridiculously at one another.  Then he said, "There are some things I want to tell you..."  And what he said will keep me going for at least another ten years.