
Round here our anniversary and my birthday go together.
We celebrated 7 years last Sunday. We've had the seven-year-itch....not the usual kind but the Micah variety. His eczema has defined the past 6 months and maybe the next six. Whatever the case I'm grateful I can go through the ups and downs of life with Shane by my side. I can't imagine a more steady, kind, thoughtful, attentive and genuine man; he still makes my heart flutter when he kisses me. He has made these past 7 years my favorite years.
Shane's claim to fame in 7 years of marriage? He has
never once said an unkind or hurtful thing to me. He has nothing but praise, loving words and an occasional suggestion thrown in.
And yesterday I turned thirty (or
"fir-tee" as Sagie says). I think I'm going to like being over the hill. At least now it sounds like I'm catching up with Shane, who has been in his thirties for a long time.
We celebrated with a night on the town...first date in a very,
very long time. We had a sweet babysitter who didn't mind Micah's waking and crying (thankfully only twice).
We ate at a fancy schmancy restaurant...the kind of place where a meal takes 2 hours and you're served sorbet between courses to cleanse the palate. Every bite was a treat. Then we walked downtown and wandered while reviewing aloud the past 7 years...the highs, the lows and everything in between. It was a lovely evening spent with my favorite person.
Here's to 7 more. And at least fifty more after that.