Just the other day, I told him to not to take it the wrong way, but it sure feels a lot longer than three years. He understood exactly what I meant.
In many ways, parenthood speeds up everything. That old adage, "The days are long, but the years are short" rings true.
But, when it comes to marriage, the days and the years have seemed long. I am not complaining or wishing time away or making a statement about the health of our marriage.
It just feels like it feels.
All at once...
We celebrated our anniversary last night with a dinner at a French restaurant where I don't even think they provide high chairs or a kid's menu. We ate food, like steak tartare and beef bourguignon, that babies wouldn't like. We didn't cut it up for each other or remind the other not to throw sippy cups off the table. We
We walked to the movie theater, sans stroller or fussy toddlers with spaghetti legs, where we enjoyed our first full-length movie in a theater since I was pregnant. And, Tom Cruise wasn't the only one who completed an impossible mission last night-- I stayed awake for the entire movie!
In honor of our anniversary, here's the song that Marty and I originally picked for our first dance. The DJ at Margaritaville couldn't find it, so I think (hey, I was a few margaritas in at that point) we danced to the Nat King Cole version of "What a Wonderful World."
Happy New Year, Friends! In 2012, I hope all your troubles melt like lemon drops...