V.

Five years ago today I married my bestest pal. Among other things, we've experienced the following:

Three moves.
One major buttercream coup.
A twin bed.
A handful of random road trips.
One mortgage.
Two apartments.
Copious amounts of hot chocolate.
Two trucks.
Three harvests in our own veggie garden.
Seven hundred gallons--give or take--of interior satin-finish paint.
One painful backpacking trip.
Three pairs of Danskos for my spouse.
A Fourteener.
Not nearly enough camping (but we do our best, doggone it).
Twenty-six pounds of blueberries.
Three Christmas parties overlooking the Denver light parade.
Umpteen performances of Giuseppe Verdi's Requiem and too many schnitzel dinners. Let's do it again.
Four years of dating.
Two wedding bands for me (I still cringe).
One break-in + robbery.
How many times have we been rear-ended?
A perfect beach cookout.
Two tiny bare-root peach trees.
A growing collection of cufflinks.
Innumerable lab coats...I will never tire of seeing him in his white coat.
Two hale and hearty rhubarb plants.
I won't even begin to count how many cakes.
Two cooking classes. So far.
Three checking accounts to date.
One garage sale lawnmower, one freebie snowblower, one hella big garden tiller.
One salmon longer than my arm.
A light misdemeanor committed to acquire some old family barnwood for El Huzbin.


Babe, you've taught me to laugh.  And to trust. I adore you.  How 'bout another five?