Today is the tenth anniversary of the day I married my partner in crime. We’d been together for four years by that point, and had already had our first child. I never really wanted to go to all the fuss of getting married – to me, having a child together was more of a commitment than any piece of paper could ever provide (in fact, we’d already given each other rings), and the majority of people that I knew who’d ever gotten married ended up getting a divorce eventually, so it certainly wasn’t a guarantee. I wasn’t going to change my name anyway, so what was the point?
Well, it turned out it was important to my significant other, who, several months after our daughter was born, decided that marriage was something he really wanted. Unable to say no to his cute dimples, I eventually gave in.
This was us back in the day (sorry for the quality of this picture, it’s a photo of a somewhat damaged photo). I’m stunned by how young we all look, it was only ten years ago for goodness sake! We’re probably not going to do anything very exciting to celebrate (unless you consider packing and installing baseboards exciting), but we figure that getting our dream of a house in the woods for our tenth anniversary is pretty incredible! I’m not big on the whole “romance” thing anyway – I’ll take some time alone with my honey and a good case of the giggles over roses and candlelit dinners any day. I have to admit, I am glad that we finally made it official. He’s a smart guy, my husband.