8 is Great

Once upon a time, many years ago (in 1979), in a faraway land (North Carolina), a boy was born. He grew up to be a stellar athlete. He was good at math, fixing things, and making money.

In the distant land of New Mexico, a girl was born in 198ug3287twdhbdx. She was a dancer. She had some sort of strange math learning disability, probably due to her mother dropping her on her head was not good at math. But she was very good at spending money. She also liked to read a lot.

The fathers of the two children met at work in Virginia, and soon the families were fast friends. The girl knew at once that the boy was the most handsome boy she had ever seen in all of her 5 years. The boy was more interested in building forts and torturing his younger siblings.

Many years passed, and the girl got pretty hot (if I do say so myself). One day, the boy dropped by to mow the lawn for the girl's mother. He noticed that the girl had pretty nice legs and asked her out.

To her delight, they got married almost two years later.

That was 8 years ago yesterday.

(Sorry for the poor photo! Not sure what happened to my scanner...that's not a stray blonde hair coming out of the top of T's head.)

Since we were married 8 years ago, we finished our last year of college, bought a house, did some major work on said house, adopted a dog, travelled, had two kids, and argued.

But at least we didn't have the Seven Year Itch!

I would have posted about our anniversary yesterday, but we got all caught up in the celebration. Not really. T had to work, and we spent all our money on building the deck two weeks ago. 8 years ago, I'd be wanting to know where the heck is my bling? But I did buy him a donut this morning, and then he got me a bread maker. I'm a happy camper!

I love you, T!

(I know he will read this, because Travis, who works with T, is apparently a loyal reader now. I think he is a secret informant. Here's your shout-out, Travis!)