Today Jeremiah and I have been married for 6 years. Finally, we've been married longer than we've been dating.
Last January while boarding a flight for work I spotted the most extreme mullet I've ever seen - on a woman, no less. A femullet. I thought " I wish I had a camera phone so I could send a shot of that hair to Jeremiah". How lucky am I, that the one person I think of, when spying such a thing, is the man to whom I am married?
Who always has just the right Simpsons quote? Who can make me laugh even when I'm running a fever of 104? Who do I miss while I'm at work during the day? Who seems to genuinely find me attractive even when I'm 8 months pregnant and can't go 24 consecutive hours without ice cream? That's right - my babies' daddy.
I am lucky. Not only do I get to be married to my very best friend, but I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that my daughters will grow up with extremely high expectations of the men in their lives. They will settle for nothing less than a man who is smart and witty and who respects them and other people and is kind, because that's what their father is like. They may develop a fondness for jam bands that I find boring, but I can live with that.
This is definitely a day worth celebrating. Speaking of which, I think I'll get back to doing just that.