Eight years ago I got to be a princess.
Eight years ago I stood in front of friends and family covered with lace and married my high school sweetheart.
In eight years we’ve stuffed in a lot.
Honeymoon in Hawaii.
A mortgage for forever and a car payment come and gone.
One car accident and an unplanned trip to where Rodney King was beaten late at night.
Three jobs and dozens of trips to the beach.
A California coast road trip that meant 37 hours on the road with a toddler and 19 times we pushed the ‘play’ button on ‘Cars”.
Hundreds of Starbucks coffees delivered out of love and pity for a 7 a.m. start to an outdoor job in the summer.
Three bounce houses rented.
Two Christmases and one Thanksgiving hosted.
Too many dinners to admit that didn’t turn out right but were eaten anyway and were deemed OK.
So many spaghetti dinners you banned them in our first couple years of marriage (they got back on the menu again).
Seven years of Disneyland annual passes.
Too many friends come and gone out of our lives.
Two trips to the House of Blues to watch gigs and one trip backstage.
Ten pumpkins carved.
Seven real Christmas trees and one artificial tree.
One Christmas tree-scented candle to make up for the lost pine tree smell.
All the times I drove to your work just so I could have you check the air pressure on my tires because I thought the car was driving a little funny.
Four bouquets of a dozen of roses delivered.
The Transformers franchise, The entire How I Met Your Mother series and Ree Drummond’s entire blogging career.
I can’t wait to see what we can add to the list next.