On November 24, 2000, I drove across the US-Canadian border as an official permanent resident for the first time. Two weeks later, on December 5, 2000, Matt and I stood before a JOP type, who talked about "love" a lot, along with two of our friends as we committed to spend our lives to each other. Actually, if you remember the episode of Friends when Monica and Chandler picked Joey to be their officiant, his practice speech was really similar to this guys' real thing. When I think about it, I can hardly believe it's been nine years. I don't feel nine years older, but a lot has happened in that time.
We did actually have a big wedding in August 2001 and we acknowledge that date as well. But we're pretty low-key about anniversaries and birthdays in general. Today we decided to celebrate by going to breakfast with our son. We had a good time giving him some really unhealthy food - greasy eggs, home fries, sausage and pancakes. Fortunately for him, he'd already had a breakfast at home, so he didn't eat much of the junk.
It's hard to believe that this is the last single-digit anniversary for us. It feels like such a long time, but it's mostly been fun. Hard times are bound to happen to everyone but if you are fortunate to share them with someone who can make you laugh, then they seem to go by a little bit easier and perhaps end a little bit quicker. I couldn't have asked for a better husband.