Eight Years!

Today marks eight years since Michael and I met/had our first date. For several years we were good about going and doing the same thing--dinner at the same El Fenix followed by a movie--to celebrate the anniversary. We need to get back to doing things like that, but it is tough to make arrangements for the boys, especially during the week. Having moved so often my whole life and never really knowing anyone for more than a few years it is still a weird concept to me to have people in my life I have known for so long. Eight years, EIGHT YEARS!...on one hand it doesn't seem possible that so much time has passed, but then when I think about everything we have experienced together it seems like a long time. A long time in a good way for the most part, thankfully.

Brent's new speech teacher called today and he will be going on Monday and Thursday mornings. I am anxious and excited to see how it goes. He acts excited about it. I referred to it as "speech class" and he quickly reminded me it is SCHOOL. Shame on me!

Wyatt is great, but he is such a stinker. I am trying to go ahead and prepare myself for stitches or an ER visit because he is such a wild one. It is a constant battle to stay a step ahead of him to keep him from hurting himself with all he climbs on and gets into. He is so happy and having fun, though.

I hope the next eight years seem to go slower than the first eight, I don't want to be looking 42 in the face anytime soon. I will be 42 someday??? Me?? That doesn't even seem right.