Happy 9th Anniversary

DH, 

Nine years seems like yesterday. I was fresh out of college and with my first job as a newspaper reporter and you were finishing up your degree. We were the typical young, dumb and in love couple. We're not overly affectionate. While I may want you to be more romantic, I know that's never been you're style. 

But, I know that my car's oil will always be checked. If I have a flat tire, you will drop everything to come change it. You will even take my car for an oil change because I don't like driving over the open hole in the mechanics bay. 

When I'm at work, you will surprise me with a double doozie chocolate chip cookie from the Great American Cookie Co.

Will you take me on romantic trips with rosé petals on the bed and champagne in the ice? No.

But, you have brought me a beer when you've seen mine is empty and will bring me food when I'm hungry. You do my laundry and you clean the house. It's not an all-the-time occurrence but it's amazing that when I forget to wash jeans for work and I've barely survived consecutive night shifts, there are magically clean jeans in my closet.

You love to mow the yard. You're weird like that. I accept that you will mow it almost twice a week and ask me each time if it looks good. You've owned more vehicles in the first two years of your driving history than I've owned in my whole life. We counted one day and I think you're coming up on 35 vehicles now in 16 years since then. I accept that you're a closet used car sales man and you like to buy cars and then sale them days later. It's your thing. 

We've grown up together. Dating almost 5 years before our wedding, I think we've almost been together longer than then time we've been apart. Thank you for the days when you just let me cry because you don't know what to say. Thank you for letting me sleep, because you know I'm a cranky bear when I'm disturbed. Thank you for being you and letting me be me. 

Love,

Me

To celebrate our 9 year anniversary, we took our weenie to the vet for a dental, where she had four more teeth pulled. Poor thing has the worst teeth ever. 

While she was there, we ate at Japanese place where they cook in front of you and went shopping. I haven't been there in years because it's so far from where we live, but close when compared to the vet's office. As you can see in the upcoming pic, my fortune tells the whole story of us.