Dear Gerard,
How in the world are we sitting at EIGHT already?! I feel like we just finished THREE, maybe FOUR. Eight years and a combined 10 of actually being your friend-that’s ONE THIRD of my life!
I’ve heard “the seven year itch” mentioned by others a few times and to be honest, it’s not an itch to find someone better. It’s an itch to be better. Better for you, better for Laidy, better for our home. A better attitude when things are rough, sad, or downright ugly.
When I think about what we’ve crammed into, and how we’ve spent, these past 8 years, I feel the sudden urge to make a list:
FIRST YEAR: Bought a house, re-landscaped back yard.
SECOND YEAR: Got a puppy, continued house projects, I got a job in Norwalk Middle School.
THIRD YEAR: You started your Master’s Degree, trip to Italy, continue home renovations.
FOURTH YEAR: Finish Master’s Degree, continue home renovations
FIFTH YEAR: Share our anniversary with the Iowa Games, continue home renovations, conceive a child.
SIXTH YEAR: Deliver aforementioned child. continue home renovations.
SEVENTH YEAR: Celebrate it in California, receive word of a job shift on the horizon, thoroughly enjoy being parents.
Now, what does YEAR EIGHT entail?
-15 credit hours to become MA + 15
-Head Director of the Vocal program at Norwalk High School
-Steady growth of photography business
-Putting down even deeper roots into the Norwalk community.
-Raise a gorgeous little girl.
-Continue home improvements (When we bought our home, my dad told me that there’d always be something to do!)
I think that’s enough, don’t you honey? If we can cram that much into 8 years, how much more can we do in the next 8?!?
Happy Anniversary!
arrie
PS Photo credit: Austin Day
