It's been seven years since I married Nick.
I can honestly say I feel closer to him, more united with him,
than I ever have before.
Being married isn't always easy.
There are hard decisions to make, different ways of doing things,
some of us are messier than others (okay, it's me), priorities might not always line up.
But without a doubt, I know that God brought us together,
and He sustains us and strengthens us.
I am so grateful for my goofy, faith filled, kind hearted,
selfless main squeeze.
We went out on a fun little date last night all around the city.
I surprised him by kicking the night off with a little pitch 'n putt.
Have you ever played?
It's kind of like putt putt meets real golf.
What I'm saying is, people who really stink it up golfing (again, me) can actually play
and not lose every ounce of self esteem in the process.
and you don't have to wear those silly golf shoes.
his score may have pummeled mine. by a lot.
then we drove off to the first neighborhood we lived in,
which happens to have a super cute little french restaurant
where we stuffed ourselves with delicate little treats,
the best cocktail I've ever had, and this:
that'd be a molten chocolate cake with pistachio ice cream and candied pecans.
no big deal.
We talked about the places we want to travel and the things we want to do
and laughed over funny memories, the ways we've changed,
the things that surprised us about each other.
It was such a fun night, a wonderful trip down memory lane.
The seven year itch has nothin' on us.
Can't wait for the next seven, my love!