the great eight

It has been eight years (8 YEARS!) since our wedding. Now THAT is hard to believe. And as I sat to ponder these 8 years of wedded bliss, these words came to mind: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. . .

Kidding!

We kicked off our anniversary celebration yesterday with a family breakfast. I got out the pancake mix and whipped us up a batch of nummy squash pancakes that everyone seemed to enjoy (Quite an accomplishment for me!) Then last night we continued the celebration with the 500 closest friends of the Hubert H. Humphrey Institute at their annual spring fundraiser dinner, but that was okay by me. It was the first night since Annika's birth that I wasn't home for bed time routine. That is to say, I haven't been away from the kids once at bed time for the past 10.5 months . . . and I was ready for it. It might not have been my dream date for our anniversary, but I got to spend it was Lars and that is what matters. Plus we are going out this weekend for a real anniversary date; you know, the kind where you don't have to listen to speeches and share your table with 8 other people! Kidding aside, it was a wonderful, inspiring event to be at and I am glad we could be there!

Lars and I rarely exchange gifts but he surprised me yesterday with Coldplay tickets! I am extremely excited. . . we haven't been to a concert together in years! It will be like the good 'ol days when we used to go to concerts all the time. Plus seeing Coldplay in concert will be amazing!

We are thrilled to be celebrating the great eight. As many of us married folk know, marriage is made of ups and downs (okay, I guess it really can be described as the best of times and the worst of times) but we both agree there isn't anyone else we would rather be on the roller coaster journey of life with. Looking forward to what the next eight have in store for us!