Stan and I have been married for 18 months today. I just realized it when I glanced at the date on my computer screen.
I was just thinking about the fact that I am still silly in love with my husband, despite what some people may have expected (there were some who doubted us, and were not the least bit shy about telling us that).
I realized it when I looked at my email inbox when I saw that a new message had arrived, and I thought to myself “I hope that’s from Stan,” knowing that I would be just a little disappointed if it wasn’t. Not because I expect him to email me constantly, but because I just love receiving little notes from him throughout the day. Whether we’re discussing serious things, or silly things, or romantic things, I just love communicating with him.
So, there you have it. I feel like a teenager sometimes. And I just love it!
[Hey, Em, happy 18 month anniversary!]