nine years of wearing his ring.
of missing him.
of loving him,of worrying about him.
nine years of thinking he is the most handsome man alive
nine years of putting away his boots and pts (physical training clothes) while holding my nose.
four (about to be five!) states
nine years of knowing his social security number better than mine.
nine years of knowing a zillion acronyms that i never knew before.
nine years worth of fights over how i get mad and stew and when he asks "what's wrong?" i say "NOTHING.".
nine years of disagreements over how when i finally tell him what is wrong, he tries to fix it. i don't want him to fix it. i want him to listen and say he's sorry! 🙂
nine years of laughing at him until i fall on the floor with tears streaming.
nine years worth of movies while we snuggle on the couch.
nine years of my trying to cook something and then messing it up horribly.
nine years of him saying "oh babe this is GOOD!" with a grimace, and nine years of knowing that he's the cook in the family.
five years of being together
four years of being halfway across the world from each other.
nine years of him making that mortified face when i dance.
six years of being parents to one.
four years of being parents to two.
one year of being parents to four.
nine years of happiness,love,respect,friendship and knowing that no matter what the apart/together numbers might look like…it's worth it.
jimmy,if you are reading this i love you so much. i respect you so much. i am so proud of you and what you represent. you are my best friend and the love of my life. thank you for asking me to marry you and for giving me four beautiful little girls.I miss you! happy anniversary!