Eight years later.
Two states. Six new addresses.
Three babies. Five cars.
Three surgeries. Two trips to the emergency room.
Eight new jobs.
One lost wedding ring. Two replaced wedding rings.
One trip to Florida. One trip to Arizona. Two trips to Las Vegas. One trip to Sonoma. Three trips to Baltimore. One trip to Malibu.
Two offers on houses. One closing.
Countless hand squeezes and knowing looks.
Countless bike rides. Countless microbreweries visited.
Countless laughs. Countless brain dump walks.
Countless diapers changed. Countless steps, pacing a room with a fussy baby.
Countless conversations on our hopes for the future.
Countless dreams for all that lies ahead.
Happy 8 years my love!