Today is my 11th wedding anniversary. I would say my wedding seems like yesterday, but I would be lying if I did.
I can't remember my life before Hubby, and I say that because so much of my life began with him. The life I lived before him is a distant memory. I don't even think I'm still the same person.
Pieces of me remain, but I'm so much better today than I was when I met him. I think so anyway.
I wear more pajamas but I'm much less selfish. I have less tolerance for idiocy but more patience for munchkins. I have less time but more compassion.
I've evolved because of the family we've built.
While our marriage is in no way perfect, it's perfect for me. We bicker, we disagree. But we manage to manage all the munchkins and the house is still standing.
There are days I want to scratch his eyes out. And I know the feeling is mutual. But the dust settles and all is right by morning.
There is one week every month I'm near impossible to be around and there are afternoons he needs to be left alone.
And we are more than happy to hide from each other when necessary.
But we have many laughs. And amazing memories. We have a mutual love for a casual lifestyle and we both have just enough weird.
And he knows how I like my ice cream.
Yesterday I decided to be cute and crafty and make a bag for my anniversary gift. Due to my occasional struggle with spatial relations the end result was not what I had in mind.
Just like me and Hubby.