Happy Anniversary

Jeff and I have been married for 7 years. It sounds like a long time to me. And it feels like a long time, too. Especially if you ask Jeff. But there are many more years to come, many more house projects, snarky comments, and mornings of me taking out the trash in my heels.

Even with my hints, Jeff went off script. It was sweet of him because I was pretty sure he stopped listening to me at the four year mark.

Have I ever told you how pathetic I look riding a bike? Actually, it's more like when I get going. Oh Lord, is anyone else afraid they are going to get their feet tangled in the pedals, crash, and break their face in the first ten seconds?

For Jeff, I gave him a "favorite things" box of 8 items (seven years plus one for luck). Dickies shorts, peanut butter Twix, a coupon for free coffee at Waffle House, iTunes and Home Depot gift cards, Ziploc bowls (he is always forgetting them at work), a membership in a hot sauce club, and this:

You would think it was our honeymoon all over again. He looked at that Bacon Spam as loving and tenderly as he did me seven years ago. And I could not have been more thrilled for the two of them. The man has yet to cook it, though. He keeps telling me of the grand meal he has planned for it. 

I am in love with a weirdo.