Catch and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary a few weeks ago—on the same day as the anniversary of the day we met 7 years ago.
I was grateful for a quiet evening this year. We stayed home and made cheese fondue (and then chocolate fondue) and drank a bottle of my favorite white wine. We ordered a movie on cable, snuggled on the couch, and just enjoyed the night.
It’s amazing how time flies. Sometimes, it feels like we can’t possibly have met seven years ago—that’s 2,555 days—where did they all go?
In seven years, we have traveled together to:
Oregon—from Portland to Salem to wine country to the Oregon coast
Nevada—From Vegas & Reno to Virginia City
Mexico—Puerto Vallarta, Nuevo Vallarta, Mazatlan, Cabo San Lucas, Ensenada
And within California, we’ve visited San Diego, fallen in love with North Lake Tahoe, rafted on the Truckee & American Rivers, and camped in the Sequoia National Forest, Big Sur, Oxnard, Goleta, Ojai, & Santa Barbara
We have lived together in 3 different homes and planted vegetable gardens in all of them.
(our first vegetable garden)
We went from no dogs to one dog to two dogs, and currently, we’ve applied to foster with our local basset hound rescue group.
We got engaged.
We got married for real.
We got married for fake.
We’ve bought cars, picked out furniture, lost weight, gained weight, made new friends, and lost old friends.
We’ve been to funerals—my grandmother, then her grandmother, her uncle, then my uncle, then my grandfather, and then her uncle.
We’ve lounged and danced and laughed and cried and fought and made up.
We’ve been broke and then not, and then broke again and then not.
We’ve put holes in walls—accidentally and on purpose.
We've learned to like love wine.
I have learned the ins and outs of softball, and she has learned to laugh when she sits on a knitting needle.
It’s a good life, this one we have. No question about it.