Five years ago we planned to take a vacation, like our honeymoon to Jamaica, for every fifth anniversary as a rejuvenating getaway. In theory, that sounds absolutely, totally, ridiculously doable.
Then, as it does, life happened.
That vacation is going to have to be postponed for awhile.
Instead, this year you graduated with your PhD (YAY!!!) and started a new job.
We have a move juuuuuuuust over the horizon.
To our very own (first!) home.
We have the most adorable twin toddlers.
And...another on the way.
Last year, our four year anniversary...it seemed so appropriate that four years also marked the first year we celebrated being a family of four. When writing last year, I never dreamed that the five year mark would see us soon expanding to a family of five.
(Note: this number of years married = number of people in our family has really gotta slow down. It's not gonna be sustainable for too much longer.)
So...that vacation?
Maybe next year.
(I see us going to bed at 10, sleeping "in" until 8, watching anything but PBS on TV, eating several consecutive meals without once having to get up to refill a cup or deal with spilled (aka thrown) food, with no babies or babies on the way, so we can indulge in all the fruity, girly drinks we can handle. Deal? Deal.)
Then, as it does, life happened.
That vacation is going to have to be postponed for awhile.
Instead, this year you graduated with your PhD (YAY!!!) and started a new job.
We have a move juuuuuuuust over the horizon.
To our very own (first!) home.
We have the most adorable twin toddlers.
And...another on the way.
Last year, our four year anniversary...it seemed so appropriate that four years also marked the first year we celebrated being a family of four. When writing last year, I never dreamed that the five year mark would see us soon expanding to a family of five.
(Note: this number of years married = number of people in our family has really gotta slow down. It's not gonna be sustainable for too much longer.)
So...that vacation?
Maybe next year.
(I see us going to bed at 10, sleeping "in" until 8, watching anything but PBS on TV, eating several consecutive meals without once having to get up to refill a cup or deal with spilled (aka thrown) food, with no babies or babies on the way, so we can indulge in all the fruity, girly drinks we can handle. Deal? Deal.)