Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Three years of the Six Pack

"It's our anniversary!" That's what nine-year-old Max said this morning at breakfast.
Our anniversary.
The three-year anniversary of the Anoka County Six Pack.

Have those three years flown?
Totally.

Have we packed an insane amount of life into three years?
Absolutely.

We have laughed and sobbed.
We have fought with each other and fought much harder for each other.

We started our journey two broken people and four sticky, gap-toothed kids whose little hearts were in various stages of hurt.
We have grown together to find ourselves here.
In year three.

Health scares, job loss, lice, insane schedules, and a giant home remodel be damned.

Our sister-in-law Tanya summed us up in a message this afternoon: "Happy anniversary to a fun-lovin, love-lovin, life-loving beautiful couple."

Fun loving.
Love loving.
Life loving.

That's who we are. And we know how incredibly blessed we are that "We get this."

Happy anniversary to my five other partners in crime ... and most of all to the man who has gently loved my broken heart and helped me become the wife, partner, and mom I love being.
The man who listens to my dreams, schemes, and ideas and smiles and tells me that I'm so smart and that I've got this.
The man who cheers me on whether I'm embarking on a career adventure or singing a naughty version of Total Eclipse of the Heart.

A man who has shown me the power of This Moment and reminds me to never take it for granted.
A man who works hard, plays hard, naps hard, and laughs hard.
Usually at his own jokes.

We get this.

It's fragile and precious and I wouldn't trade our place in this world for anything.

Three years, Six pack.
Cheers to us!