Three Years

I still can't believe that I'm this old, but on July 29 Stu and I celebrated our third anniversary together. In some ways it feels like a long time but in other ways I wonder what I've been doing with all that time.

We decided to splurge (sp?) and bought some sword fish to dine on. Stu came home early, Grace went to bed early and we were all set for a lovely night when (a) we realized that the lady at the store did not give us sword fish but some other less enjoyable kind and (b) Grace decided to wake up and keep us company for most of the night. Even so it did end up being a very lovely evening.

So I would just like to say thank you to Stuart for the past three, most wonderful years of my life. Thanks for loving me and taking care of me. Thank you for putting up with sinks full of dirty dishes, with late night discussions about our feelings when you're trying to sleep and with wearing wrinkled shirts to church because I do not know how to iron your shirts properly.

Thanks for all the late night freezie binges, camping in the back yard and living room. Thanks for making me laugh after a bad day and eating the cinnamon rolls even though they didn't rise. Thanks for being such a great Dad to Grace and for being my best friend.

Happy Third Anniversary Sweetie. I'm so happy you chose me.