Today is my 9th wedding anniversary. Plus, of course, Thanksgiving.
Kinda poetic, really.
It's especially sweet that hubby is still asleep and the most recent conversation we've had occurred last night when he was insisting that reading other people's blogs about law school was a terrible approach to this whole business and I should stop it and get to studyin' the LSAT and not worry about other people's journeys, experiences, observations, the definition of avulsion, etc. I told him, as I left the room in order to end the conversation, that I didn't want to hear it, but that if he wanted, he could continue sharing his opinions with the cat.
We are both Last Word people.
Ten minutes later, he found me sitting quietly in the rocking chair in our daughter's room, listening to her sleeping sounds, and said (Last Word freak that he is), "I hope you enjoy sharing our anniversary with the cat!"
Don't worry though...I'll pop open a can of green beans to share with him at some point today and it'll all be alright. He's a good guy and I love him. Very much.
Happy Anniversary, sweetie!