8 long years

 Today is my 8th anniversary with my husband. Husband, such a weird word. A word to describe who is supposed to be my partenr, my friend, the father of my children, and the man i love. Instead it feels weird to call him that. So today I will say I have been married 8 years to Travis.

I think I liked him better last year when horomones were pulsing through my body. That’s evolutionary psych right there for you. 

What a difference a year makes. 

I told him to make plans for dinner, and then tomorrow we are going to the drive in. We also have a hotel room booked. I have nothing to wear, but then again why does it mater he doesnt care about things like that. 

Please no wishing me happy anniversary… For the sentiment is empty.