EDIT: Like all of you, I am mildly annoyed by women who gush and mush about their fabulous, sexy, romantic husbands. You’ll have to pardon me just this once.
I came home from Cubbies tonight quite tired and not looking forward to getting 3 girls snacked, dressed in pjs, teeth brushed, prayed with, sung to, rocked and put in bed. Walked right by the kitchen table, did not even notice the bouquet of a dozen roses and an anniversary card (until 5 minutes later). Then didn’t notice the new screen saver on my computer which was a blown-up picture of one of my roses, with a poem and picture of my hubby.
I had no clue. Not an inkling. Was in no way expecting anything for our anniversary upon my return tonight. I was touched. Still am. Gabe has never been much of a sappy romantic. When he does do things for me, they are extra super special, because I know the effort and unselfishness involved. My hubby loves me. He loves me. Wow–that’s really cool.
The girls are in bed. Gabe is picking up a pizza and a movie. Happy Anniversary to me!!
I promise not to write anything else like this for awhile. 🙂
Today is our 9th anniversary. I think I’ll wait until the day we actually get to celebrate to write about our big day. I’ll see Gabe for about 30 minutes when he gets off work and then it’s off to Cubbies until 8:30. I’m exhausted from a trip with the girls to visit my grandma this morning, a trip to the grocery, and some writing during naptime. January 3rd was a bad day to get married. Every year we’re tired. 🙂
I love you, Gabe! These were the best nine years of my life! 🙂