9 Years Of Good Times

We have grown up together, you and I. Walking side by side, tripping over obstacles as we go, only to pull one another back up. Some times we run but right now, in this part of our journey, we yawn together  and go to bed before ten. I knew I would marry you on our first date and I'm glad I did. Most days you make me happy, some days you infuriate me beyond belief, but everyday I love you. Corny cornballs love, baby. Together, we are pink marshmallows.

 I hope we never forget how to be happy together. I remember these good times with you, do you remember them too?

• Moving into the ugly red brick apartment we bought when we were still skinny.  Filled with it's musty smell, muchos dust and decaying window furnishings. We quickly went about giving it a coat of paint before filling it with our favourite people, every Friday night for years.
• Pulling out the sofa bed and watching endless movies in the lounge room, high school style for grownups.
• Getting tipsy at Mont Marte (you know, at that pub with the hot waitress) before merrily visiting galleries, snapping photo's of street art and perving on the locals.
• Car camping and road tripping our way to Byron Bay. 
• Sharing a tear with you as we entered Zion National park and being slapped in the face with the goodness of God.
• Having the shakes after drinking double shots of coffee for days on end while you were still learning to use the espresso machine. It was shoved into that tiny corner of our tiny kitchen. You would have to lean over the sink and the stove just to access it.
• Drinking endless beers during the summer months.
• Catching the fast train form Marseilles to Uzes and spending stacks of cash on mini danone yoghurts before stashing the clay vessels into our suitcase.
• Moving into this house, the one with 4 bedrooms and knowing that one day they would be filled with babies.
• looking upon your thousands of freckles that appear after extended surfing sessions.
• The excitement on your face when I told we were pregnant. The warmth and strength of the embrace that was to follow.
•  The tears in your eyes (that reflected mine) in that moment when the doctor told us I would have to have a c-section. Quickly followed by relief that we would meet our son soon.
• Seeing you back in our hospital room with our sweet, perfect newborn baby boy. He was wearing a little knitted beanie while you sported a ripped and stained Stussy tee. You were both beautiful.
• October fest at snowbird, we still have those big plastic steins we were issued with. They are hiding in the cupboard above the fridge- behind the bubble mixture and under the stash of candles. Wanna drink from them tonight, just for fun?
• Watching you interact with our children, guiding them as you go.
• Religiously sneaking into the kids rooms before we go to bed just so we can talk about how perfectly beautiful they are. We tip toe out with amazement in our eyes, completely bewildered that we could ever create such sweet beings. I hope we continue this ritual, together, for many many more years.

Lets spend our next ten years getting fatter and uglier. 

Party on Wayne, Party on Garth