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We hit our 7 year anniversary early this month. I always thought 7 years was a some kind of notable benchmark to reach. Now I’m realizing we’ve come around a switchback just to see the next (enjoyable) one up ahead. Don’t misunderstand me; I’m not sneezing at staying together this long, but I do realize we’re still just the dumb babies we were last year just more wrinkly and afraid of skin cancer.

Like most years, we ended up celebrating our anniversary twice. This is because our anniversary is smack in the middle of birthdays, school finals, and Christmas holidays. (Note to all couples ever: DECEMBER IS A TERRIBLE TIME TO GET MARRIED STOP DOING IT.) Our budget & energy are usually drained pretty quickly by the time marital celebrations come around!

Still, we make an effort to celebrate in simple ways for the big day:

Our first celebration up was seeing some Christmas lights. The lights in our city park are strange.

The chicken pox tree in the distance makes me uncomfortable, but it’s no match for the spider, crocodile, dinosaurs, and Miss Mary Muffet lights also feature at this event. (????)

After admiring the Christmas lights and hurrying past the noxious disease lights, Taylor announced he had a craving for pumpkin-flavored ice cream and must get it right now. This declaration for pumpkin ice cream in December was delivered intensely enough that if we were dating, I would suspect a proposal was about to happen. But we are, in fact, already proposed-engaged-married, and so his craving for ice cream was a legitimate one. We grabbed a cone from a small shop and picked up some prints from Walmart for scrapbooking.

We didn’t get around to the scrapbooking activity until six months later because we got married in December and somehow we forgot that this month is ALREADY SO FULL AND BUSY AND A TERRIBLE TIME TO WED. We ended our night by honoring our annual tradition of writing in our Adventure Quest book and going through our anniversary yearbook.

Our 2nd anniversary celebration happened at the end of the month. My parents gifted us a date night to a new restaurant: Buca di Beppo.

Buca di Peppo, as it turns out, is not as fancy as we had supposed it to be. But we sure enjoyed gussying up and eating Italian food without tiny pups pulling at our legs for it.

7 years doesn’t seem like a such a long time now. But I sure am grateful to have spent it all with Taylor.

Love you, Lover ❤