So this week, Steve and I are celebrating our third anniversary of meeting each other. (Oct. 1--first email, Oct 3--first date, etc.) We've packed a lot into a few years.
I can honestly say that despite his hundred or so frustrating habits, I love my husband now more than I ever have. And despite my equally frustrating hundred or so habits, he still loves me, too.
We celebrated by going to our favorite Italian place for dinner Friday night, where the owner took Meredith and held her while he sat people at tables and chatted up other guests. She was the hit of the place. Fisher slept through this entire event.
Now we are going on our first "full unit" outing. That is, to the coffee house/dog park in the Flame-mobile with the Sparks Five. Steve is recovering from his biggest BBQ gig to date, and we are all a little worn out. But happy.
