halfway to twenty-eight

Yesterday was our anniversary.

Fourteen years.

I could write some ooey gooey mushy lovey dovey sappy post about how much I love my husband, the love of my life, my soul mate, my one and only.

But I won't. Not because I don't love him though. All that lovey dovey stuff is just totally not my style. Gag-o-rama. I don't like reading it on your blog and I certainly don't like writing it on mine.

I love him.

He loves me.

He makes me laugh.

I drive him crazy.



I'm thankful that I found a man who loves his mother-in-law...



as much as he loves his wife.

See?



Just kidding.

See.



Thanks for 14 years and 1 day, Dan.

You're the bestest husband I ever had!