7 years (and now 3 minutes) ago, Omar and I were surrounded by so many wonderful friends and family up at the cabin to exchange vows and make beautiful life-long promises. It was the perfect day (though some would argue the 12 million catepillers were a little much), and we rode our convertable into the sunset with "Just the two of us" on the radio.
Today, I was woken by 3 children crawling onto my head, hair and womb after 5 hours of rather uncomfortable sleep. After the fighting began, Omar announced it was time to evacuate and escorted the gang out of our room to allow me more sleep. Since there was no daycare today, being the good Jews that we are - observing Shovout (or something like that) - I got a kiss on the groggy forehead as Omar packed the kids off to his parents for a few hours to allow me to gestate in peace after working until 1:30am last night. Usually we would at least have the kids eat here, but since there is no milk or juice in the house due to just frank neglect of grocery buying, that wasn't happening.
After a 9am bagel and coffee that I really want to be caffeinated, but settle on half-caff in deference to this little critter that is currently kicking me, I got the kids, spent a hour pushing swings in a park and getting sand in my crocs. Milk, juice and other necessary items were a fun game of juggling with 3 kids at the grocery store, then home for lunch. There was nap, a cursory clean up of the typhoon I like to call a home, and then off to work with a kiss for my husband who had to come home at 2 to get me on my way. 9 hours later, I found him asleep on our bed sideways, clothes still on, magazine only slighly damp with drool.
I love you honey! It ain't the anniversary either of us would have scripted, but there is no one in the world I would rather spend this insanity with.
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