Unabashedly mushy post

Today is the 11th anniversary for John and I. While we remember this and other big dates in our lives (birthdays, anniversaries, mother's day, father's day, etc), it's not where I feel most thankful and celebratory.

It's in the non-special days that I see the strength and love of our marriage, and I feel truly grateful. I love the fact that things he did while we were dating, he still continues to do today. He still instinctively eats all the orange and yellow candies because I like the red and green ones. He still fills my gas up when it's empty. He still thinks he married up (but I know I really did).

One day, our kids will be off doing what we hope they are meant to do. By then, we'll finally start looking our age. We might not even have teeth to eat those orange and yellow candies. But I hope we can keep walking down the road of life together, laughing at some private joke only we know. Happy Anniversary honey. 143.