In one week, Mike and I will have been married for 4 years. In honour of our anniversary I am actually using his real name, but probably I will continue to call him ‘M’ in upcoming posts.
4 years is a big deal to me.
1 year away from 5 which feels like a huge landmark.
Almost 1 year since Vincent was born and we ate French food for our 3rd anniversay at a restaurant who’s slogan is ‘Bon appetite, y’all!”.
6 1/2 years since we have been together in total.
3 years since I moved to Florida.
Almost 3 years since my 30th birthday, when I ate amazing sushi and then got super drunk at a downtown bar and made an ass out of myself (as I have been known to do).
4 1/2 years since we left Japan. Holy. Moly.
8 years since I graduated from University with a degree that I don’t really use. My dream job was organizing exhibits for museums. Any museum. Well, maybe not a bug museum or something like that…..
11 years since I went dancing for the first time. Yes, thats right. I didn’t dance until I was 22. Just too wholesome, I guess…..
15 years since I graduated from High School. Which means that my 20 year reunion is coming up in the next few years. Interesting.
1 month since I started Bikram yoga. And 1 month since I started feeling more relaxed.
10 months since Vincent was born. And about 6 hours since I seriously started thinking about how much he would like a little sister (a sister, I might add, whose name has been picked out for about 6 months).
12 hours since I realized that I do indeed have Mike’s cold. Damn.
And about 2 minutes since I also realized that I should be in bed….