Five

Last week, we celebrated our 5 year anniversary.

It’s cliché, but time is flying. Sure, we’ve done a lot, seen a lot, learned a lot, tasted a lot, laughed a lot, and changed a lot in these last 5 years. And yet, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that it's already been 5 years. The old saying is definitely true: The days are long but the years are short.

Per our tradition, we headed to where we were married, the Landmark Center, on our anniversary day. This time, with a baby in tow, which added some new complexity to the logistics (gone are the days of easily meeting up after work) but so exciting.  We walked around, reminisced about that most marvelous day, watched our son crawl on the floor where we had once greeted our guests, and took a few photos. (Self-timer camera = no smiley baby…I’m pretty sure he thought we were nuts, but at least he looked at the flashing light).

Afterward, we had dinner down the street where our rehearsal dinner was. Carter happily sat in his highchair looking around, playing with toys, munching on Mum-Mum crackers, and charming the waitstaff, for most of the time. Near the end he got antsy and started shrieking so we took turns walking him around while the other finished eating. Not exactly an ideal anniversary dinner, but we had plans to go out sans kiddo that weekend so it didn't matter. And frankly, our anniversary is the day we started our family, so it only seemed fitting to include our newest member for the occasion. At least this first year...we may opt for leaving him home for future Landmark visits. (Though not having him in future photos now that he has been may drive the Type A in me absolutely crazy). We shall see.

I treasure Jon more and more with each year, and feel so incredibly lucky to have him. Watching him now as the father of my son is the icing on the cake.