Year Six

I have it all written down somewhere...how we met, how it felt, the newness of it all, the excitement, the hope of a future. It's probably in the attic along with other random bits of memorabilia of our lives.

I'm glad I wrote it all down then, because the truth is, the beginning of US is pretty foggy. I remember some details...meeting at Denny's, eating LOTS of ice cream, long late night conversations, the fact that I told him really early that I wanted LOTS of babies and being happy that he wanted lots of babies, too. That was a major point in our relationship, because if he was a one or two kid kind of guy, that would have been a deal breaker for me.

We fell fast, and we fell hard, and like most good romantic movies, our courtship was filled with Grammy-worthy drama topped off with a spur-of-moment diamondless proposal. It was all real, and raw, and what I love most about us still, six years later, is that nothing is ever over-thought, or planned out. We have a general direction in which we are moving, our goals are the same, but we take what life throws at us and we roll with it's punches. And that keeps it good, and it keeps us real.




If I can say anything about the last six years, it's that we've been incredibly efficient. We've finished med school, half of residency, and having 3 of 4 kids is a pretty big chunk for the first six years of married life. But it's been an absolute blast and I wouldn't change a thing.




Babe, thank you for being an incredibly supportive and loving husband, and thank you for giving me my perfect "happily ever after".