Goodbye to the seven year itch

Today is my and John's eighth anniversary. It seems strange to put that down. I can't believe we've been married eight years, together for ten. But when I think back, it seems so long ago that we had our wedding, so much has happened since, very good, very bad. Through all of it I have had the funniest, most loyal and loving companion and friend I could ever have dreamed of spending my life with, raising these kids with.

I told John yesterday that the thing I am most thankful for about our relationship is how much we genuinely love spending time with each other. We can spend the evening just talking and laughing. When our kids are older, into their own lives, I know that we'll relish the time on our own again just to hang out, laugh and talk. Isn't that a great thing to look forward to and know it's waiting for you anytime you need it?

Happy anniversary, love of my life.