An open letter to Mr. Right ...
Eight ... and as happy as I was when I met you in Syracuse. Life is different and it isn't just you and me anymore. There is a whole lot more - most significantly two gorgeous boys. Both that have a little of me (or a lot) and a little of you (or a lot), but they remind me every day how perfect you are. Maybe not perfect, but perfect for me.
I may not tell you every morning, but I did win the lottery. Unless it is an unfair morning ... one of a small handful of mornings in the last 5 years when I've woken up with a hangover and you still make me get up with the kids. I swear at you on those mornings. But then as I'm ready to scream and lose my mind (on any given day that has served up too many servings of stress) -- you swoop in and make things right. A super-calm Daddy, ready to tackle two boys under 5 and wrestle them silly or get them ready for bed ... or you are the very steady head - ready to listen to my list of what's wrong with the world and help me work through it. You are a great partner and I don't imagine one day of this ride without you. The boys have made it more intense, but for me this ride still includes the laughter that came with "secret dating" on CNN with President Clinton's entourage ... or walking backwards in the snow at 6 in the morning. I love you. Happy Anniversary.
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