8 years ago, we woke up separately. We ate breakfast with friends separately, got ready and drove to the chapel separately to make a promise in front of the people we love most in the world. We exchanged vows, we laughed, we ate, we danced, we loved.
Today, 8 years later, my alarm went off at 5 am. I snuck out of bed to get ready for work. I was out the door at 6 am. My husband rose, made coffee and whipped together breakfast for the two people we love most in the world and then helped them to get ready for their day. He dropped them off at school and daycare and then drove himself to work.
Our day was far less glamorous than it was 8 years ago and will not end with a fancy party, but with school pick ups, dinner, and a first outdoor soccer practice. But I can guarantee, just like that day, we will laugh, we will dance, we will love.
Happy, happy anniversary, Dan. 8 years!! I feel like a high five is in order.
And a very happy birthday to Crispy, the best best man we’ve ever had. I hope it is awesome!