Happy Anniversary to me

Jake and I recently celebrated our anniversary.

Last night he wasn't feeling too hot and was lying in bed miserable. I'm laying next to him in our dark room listening to the hum of the fan and the chirp of the night birds.

He rolls over, and in his best poppa bear voice asks me to tell him a story.

So I did.

By the time it was over I had sweet tears in my eyes. It was a lovely story, and I surprised myself in the telling of it.

Happy 8 years my love.