Our third wedding anniversary.
Apparently (according to those who know these things) the traditional gift for this anniversary is leather. Frankly, I'm not sure what to do with that. We're not really "leather" people. At least not in the overpriced coats, overstuffed furniture, biker apparel, buttless chaps or tassels on nipple-clamps kinda way.
It's been a big full year: babies have been kept alive and thriving; maternity leaves have ended; new jobs have been started; other jobs have been quit to stay home and raise babies; parents have gotten divorced; parents have had triple by-pass surgeries; siblings have graduated from medical school and law school; siblings have gotten engaged; nieces and nephews have gotten boyfriends and girlfriends; friends have had (more) babies; bands have broken up; new bands have been joined; heroes have been inspired to write songs; solo trips have been taken with babies; many single small shoes have been lost; freak-outs (mine) have been had about living on a single income; bathrooms have been renovated; gyms have been joined; babies have been left in the care of strangers (gym childcare) and parents have survived.
There's been some really rough parts and some pretty great parts. I know without a doubt there's no one I'd prefer to have done it with.
So, steak for dinner?