a wan-niversary haiku

wan-niversary!
woo-hoo! my dress still fits me.
i twirl with the bean.

muahahahahaha!

yup. as i did on our first wedding anniversary (somehow, i skipped it on the second. damn. must've been too excited to fit back in the dress after birthing the bean two months prior. but then i picked it up again for the third), i donned my dress and twirled for the camera. but i had an extra added bonus this year - the bean, still slightly woozy from having woken up about 2.75 seconds before i scooped her up. but yay for me - when she opened her eyes and saw me at the foot of the bed, all gussied up in my finery, she sat up, pointed, and said "mommy! pretty!" awwwww.

the traditional gift for the 4th wedding anniversary is fruit or flowers, with the modern version being linen. WTF am i supposed to do with that? ugh. and so it seems that i'll have to stray from the traditional list this year and just take my darling husband out for a lovely dinner, just the two of us. the ILs are already lined up to babysit the bean, and with the teen gone for her week with her dad, we're all set.

this is one of my very favorite shots from our wedding day. ah, the memories. i smile every time i look at it.

in the years since that day, the hub has truly become my everything. he's always there to offer advice, support, an honest opinion (which is really helpful sometimes when i'm in danger of walking out the door wearing something i would have regretted big time later), smiles, hugs, love. we've got a super fun, awesome relationship that only gets better and better every day, and is still rooted in the friendship that started it all. he's wiped my tears and comforted me when i faced awful things like our miscarriage, revealing dark secrets from my past, frustration from an argument with the teen. and on the flip side, he's been my biggest cheerleader during other things like starting my business, giving birth to the bean, coming up with ideas to brighten the teen's day. i only hope that i've been able to give him as much as he's given me.

and hey, next year is going to be super easy - the traditional gift is wood.

WOOD!

my 10-year-old sense of humor rears its ugly head yet again.