nine years ago...

Nine years ago today I married a fresh-faced lad named Eben. Ten years, three homes, a few thousand grey hairs (on him, not me,) a couple dozen stretch marks (on me, not him) and a lot of happy shiny water under the beautiful bridge later and here we are. On the surface, it should be the most un-romantic anniversary ever. We aren't even in the same country! And we're both working so hard we've barely had a chance to talk. But somehow, it still feels like a really fantastic anniversary... I feel so proud of him and what he's doing, and he's so solicitous for the comfort of us gals here at home... these thoughts make me feel close despite the hassle and distance of this week. All in all, I think this is a great way to start our tenth year together.