By Heather O.
Then: While on our honeymoon, I asked my new husband to grab me a soda from the cooler. He did, but before giving it to me, he popped it open and took a big swig. I hate it when he does that, but expressed myself in the most loving and giving and oh don’t we love each other so much tone. We had a long discussion, complete with buzz words like “respect”, “putting you first”, and I even think “love language” was tossed around. It ended with hugs and kisses.
Then: For our first anniversary, we walked through downtown DC, and ended up at the Lincoln Memorial, where DH had proposed. We started singing some sappy song, and then waltzed arm and arm in front of Mr. Lincoln until a security guard kicked us out, because, and I quote, “Dancing is prohibited in the chamber”. We laughed, got some yummy dinner at an expensive restaurant, shared dessert, and walked home, happy and secure in our love.
Now: Last night, DH looked at me and said, “Wow, we’ve almost been married 9 years?”
I responded, “It’s been 9 and a half years, babe.”
“No, it hasn’t. We were married in September of 1999!”
“No, dear. We were married in May of 1999.”
“No–. Oh. Wait. Yeah, you’re right. Well, what happens in September?”
“Oh, RIGHT! Sorry, I get those two dates mixed up.”
Then: Candlelight dinner and flowers, all for me? Baby, you’re the best!
Now: You fixed the garbage disposal, all for me? Baby, you’re THE BEST!
Then: We tried to figure out how to sleep with two people in the same bed.
Now: We try to figure out how to sleep with 4 people in the same bed.
Then: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways….
Now: How do I love thee? Let me count…wait, can I take a nap first? Then I’ll get back to you on that, I swear….
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