The Ole' Ball and Chain

It's been 7 years, folks.

7 Years ago tomorrow we tied the knot.

Said "I do."

Exchanged vows.

Strapped on the ole' ball and chain.

And I've got to say - - - it's not been so bad.

I guess we've got it alright. (If you haven't noticed the tongue in cheek yet, now is the time to notice it.)

The kids are okay. Sometimes they drive us crazy. And then sometimes they make our hearts so full that they might burst.

We are the normal couple.

We love each other. We get bugged at the quirks. We take turns. We compromise. We laugh together.

But then there are THOSE MOMENTS.

You know what I mean:

• The time he grew sideburns across half of his cheeks and down to his chin because I liked it.
• The time that he told Calvin and Wyatt that they were his second best friends because I would always be his first.
• The time we made Eggs Benedict together for date night. And they were so terrible that neither one of us could finish them. And then Eggs Benedict came to mean "disgusting" in our married language. And now we laugh if that dish ever comes up in conversation.
• The time he came home with a potted flower for me for no reason.
• The time I got so mad at him that I tried to throw a golf club as far as I could, and we both had to laugh because it landed only 2 feet away.
• The time we sat and stared at each other for about 3 hours. With blank looks on our faces. And an overwhelming sense of fear. That was also the day we moved into and saw for the first time our first apartment in NYC. That was rough.
• The time we laughed together because Calvin laughed so hard that he threw up.
• The time he called to tell me that he got into NYU, and I almost dropped the phone in the bathtub. And we couldn't contain our excitement.
• The time when we hadn't picked out a name for our second son. That was also the time that as soon as baby #2 was born, we looked at him. And Noah said, "You know what his name has to be, don't you?" And we both said at the same time, "Wyatt."
• The time Noah tried to convince me to put up the Christmas tree in June. Oh, wait, that was last week.
• The time I brought him a book from the library that was really just a bunch of comic books bound together, and I became Wife of the Year.

You get it. It's the small stuff. It's the little everyday things.

I'm hoping for at least another 70 years of the everyday.