Today's our anniversary. We've only been married for a year, but he fits so seamlessly into our lives (mine and the girls') that I can hardly remember what it was like before him. I have vague memories of a series of grisly train wrecks, but those are only dim memories now.
Neither dinner nor lunch is really practical for us today, and won't be for about a week. The Pirate has been empanelled as a juror and didn't have to be in court until 9:30 today, so we had breakfast together. And not just breakfast, but breakfast at a very attractive, quiet, inexpensive place with excellent food. We held hands and smiled and talked and grooved, and then I drove him to the court.
I get to see him tonight after work. And tomorrow. And the day after. Forever.
Lucky me!
