Each year at dinner we talk about the past years accomplishments, memories, and always seem to get a little emotional. This year, with our baby boy in tow, this was no exception. Clearly, year three was good to us.
It's funny to see how an anniversary dinner changes once you have a little one. Baby spoon propped up on my silverware, plastic container of Gerber Puffs next to my glass of wine, train next to the complimentary champagne toast and strawberries the waiter surprised us with, and Rich keeping a tight hold on Cooper when the waiter, again, surprised us with a "3" part dessert. All little reminders of what an impact our little guy has had on us as a couple. Every bit of it for the better. We're more of a unit now than ever before. We make one hell of a team, if I do say so myself.
After dinner we stood in the same place where we stood on our wedding day, as well as for the past 2 anniversaries, and took our annual picture (tomorrow I'll share all three). I love the sense of nostalgia. This is something that we will continue in the, God willing, many years to come. Then we headed home, changed into our jams, and using our wedding flutes (Coop had his bedtime bottle) toasted to year number 4. I can't wait to see what it holds in store.
Happy Anniversary, Rich! I love you more than you'll ever begin to know.