I have a million thoughts running through my head these days, especially during the baby's 2 am chow break, but amazingly enough they never make it to the blog. Either they are obliterated by lack of sleep or otherwise thwarted by my inability to get to the computer in a timely fashion. I'm a good typer, but even I can't go very fast with one hand, people.
Luckily, I am not going anywhere this summer other than rolling over towards the baby's little cot all night long. Maybe some of my ramblings will eventually make it on here. Then again, maybe I'll spare you. Thoughts that seem so profound in the wee small hours often sound a little loopy in the light of day. There's a reason why sleep deprivation is considered cruel and unusual punishment.
Anyway, none of that matters today.
Today, Rob and I celebrate 14 years of wedded bliss. And I can say - with a totally honest heart -- that being with Rob is about as blissful as it gets on this earth for this girl.
After all this time, I'm still smitten. What a lucky girl I am.
There will be no fancy candlelight dinners this year, no gift -- I can't even guarantee that I'll be awake for most of the evening. But underneath this rumpled, sleepy exterior, beats the truest heart.
Happy anniversary, Rob. I love you.