Today is our ninth anniversary. It seems like yesterday. On my wedding day, had I imagined our life nine years later, it would have seemed an eternity away. Looking back, it's been the blink of an eye. Time is a funny thing.
We agreed not to celebrate our anniversary today. This is a crazy weekend for us. Alex's Hawaiian Birthday party will be tomorrow morning, followed by a tiki party in our yard in the evening. Alex turns five on Sunday, and on that day, we will drive downstate to the Ladybug Picnic, an annual event held by our adoption agency to bring together adoptive families to share the joy of our children.
And while we didn't have a moment to catch our breaths today, let alone stare into one another's eyes over a candlelit dinner, today was a perfect celebration of our life together - creating a party for our beautiful boy, anticipating the thrill in his eyes tomorrow morning, the utter awe that balloons and a refrigerator box tiki hut can bring only to a five-year-old, preparing our home for a celebration of friends, family and summer, planning our Sunday trip to build bonds with new friends with whom we will share the joy and honor of raising Cate.
This is our life. This we celebrate. I chose the right partner for my life. Next week we will celebrate with dinner and wine and quiet time together. Tonight, I celebrate quietly in my heart. Nine years ago, I could never have anticipated the contentment of this scene, alone in my kitchen, surrounded by dishes and pineapples and wrapping paper and homemade hula skirts and coconuts, the lull of the dishwasher, a few moths circling the lights and the three loves of my life asleep upstairs.
Happy Anniversary to my love. As I wrote nine years ago in my wedding vows, today, and everyday, I celebrate you.
We agreed not to celebrate our anniversary today. This is a crazy weekend for us. Alex's Hawaiian Birthday party will be tomorrow morning, followed by a tiki party in our yard in the evening. Alex turns five on Sunday, and on that day, we will drive downstate to the Ladybug Picnic, an annual event held by our adoption agency to bring together adoptive families to share the joy of our children.
And while we didn't have a moment to catch our breaths today, let alone stare into one another's eyes over a candlelit dinner, today was a perfect celebration of our life together - creating a party for our beautiful boy, anticipating the thrill in his eyes tomorrow morning, the utter awe that balloons and a refrigerator box tiki hut can bring only to a five-year-old, preparing our home for a celebration of friends, family and summer, planning our Sunday trip to build bonds with new friends with whom we will share the joy and honor of raising Cate.
This is our life. This we celebrate. I chose the right partner for my life. Next week we will celebrate with dinner and wine and quiet time together. Tonight, I celebrate quietly in my heart. Nine years ago, I could never have anticipated the contentment of this scene, alone in my kitchen, surrounded by dishes and pineapples and wrapping paper and homemade hula skirts and coconuts, the lull of the dishwasher, a few moths circling the lights and the three loves of my life asleep upstairs.
Happy Anniversary to my love. As I wrote nine years ago in my wedding vows, today, and everyday, I celebrate you.
2 comments:
Aloha!
You and Maia may share the same anniversary!
Happy Anniversary!
I cannot wait to see you on Sunday!
Despite all the bemoaning we do...we are all truly so very lucky.
Enjoy your day.
XOXO
Our's actually the 23rd - but close! Happy anniversary! Sounds like yours was way, way, way better than mine (but eating glass might have been better than mine).
Sorry we're going to miss everyone on Sunday. We'll definitely make it happen in August or September, somehow!
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