eight years

Late Monday evening, I left two notes on the bathroom mirror for Dan, hoping he'd find them Tuesday morning. One was a gushy love note, since it was going to be our eight anniversary that day, the other said, "Don't forget it's trash day." When I saw them again Tuesday morning, I thought that's kinda what married life is like right now--the practical mixed in with the sweet. There's the madhouse of tag-team parenting, farmhouse remodeling and long days, mixed in with sweet moments that remind you why it is you love that person so much.

We exchanged a few gifts--for Dan a wool "working man's" vest and a CD of B-sides for one of our (mostly, his) favorite artists. And he arrived home from work with a huge tree to plant in the yard. Perfection.

And now, for the FOURTH time, this post I've been trying to get off my mind and on to the blog is interrupted. This time by an early nap waker...

more later, friends.