Our anniversary heels right on the day after our LJ’s birthday. So after way too much ice cream cake and a monkey birthday hat that was (and is being) worn everywhere but to bed we were ready to take off on our anniversary morning.
In the same panicky (my panic) routine we always have to get ready morning departures, I was packing some clothes in Levi’s room, Conor was in there with LJ who was jumping on the bed and laughing at him trying to get her dressed. He looked over and shouted ‘oh hey!……Happy Anniversary!’ It was sadly like one of those commercials about how kid-chaos can take over your life with the rosy undertone of all the amazing things that come along with it. I totally didn’t start getting emotional or anything…. besides, I save that for listening to Stuart McLean talk about wheat.