Seven

Seven years ago today we arrived at this little cottage for our honeymoon. It's just a few blocks up the street and one street back, and it's called Felber. We spent five days doing a lot of the same things we're doing now: relaxing, walking on the beach, eating. SOB is drinking some beer, which I am obviously not doing, but that's ok. Last night we went to dinner, and I had wet hair and a bare face, and that's ok, too. We have a few more little people running underfoot this time around, and that's more than ok. 

Seven years doesn't seem that long in the grand scheme of things, but I feel like we've known each other our entire lives. It's hard to remember a time in my life when he wasn't with me. I even sometimes insert him into my memories, and when he corrects me, I'm flabbergasted. 

Here's to at least seven times seven more years of walking on the beach together.