Today is my two year anniversary of being married to Dave. We still like each other. Being married to Dave is pretty awesome.
But here’s the nutty thing: For each of our anniversaries, we could have never guessed at what the coming year would hold for us. Last year, we were
jobless loafers taking a creative sabbatical in Astoria. We had just started talking about maybe starting a family.
Damned if we aren’t efficient. This year, we moved back to Portland, Dave got a job, and I birthed some babies. Twelve months ago, we had no idea any of those things might happen.
Looking ahead to this year, we will be watching our little men start smiling, crawling around, and walking. And drooling, eating things they find on the floor, and crapping themselves. Well, they are already crapping themselves. A bunch. I imagine there will be continued voluminous crappage in our future.
We are going to take the twins out to do all the dorky stuff Dave and I love to do. We’ll go camping, go to the coast, go to festivals and events. We’ll go to Timber matches, we’ll drink beer. Perhaps we may also try to get some sleep. Maybe.
I can’t wait to see what the next year will bring. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.