We've gotten fatter. Fat, dumb and happy, they say.
Yesterday, we went out to lunch to celebrate - and left The Boy at home.
During our absence, he ate an entire pizza and drank most of a 2-liter bottle of Coke Zero.
He's gotten fatter, too.
Good thing we didn't go out for a seven-course dinner - or we might have returned to an empty refrigerator.
Today, The Mister left for his job, and won't be back until Thursday evening...so we'll be spending this anniversary apart.
I think this working out of town thing may be why we've made it to three years.
We can test this theory at the end of the month, when his contract ends - and we'll be home together ALL THE TIME.
Pray for us.
|Picture from that fateful day|