Sixteen, already?

Today was ridiculously gorgeous out.  The leaves might just be at their prime, the sun shone all day and my sweater was shed by mid-morning in favour of short sleeves.

It was exactly the same kind of day 16 years ago when Peter and I celebrated the beginning of our lives together. Since then, lots of things have changed.  Like we have kids now.  And a mortgage.  And more pets than we had then.  He is now the cook and as soon as I stopped being pregnant it became my job to change the cat litter.  Our commutes are longer, there is more sports equipment in the garage, and we are starting to have to fight with kids for the shower.  

But one thing has stayed the same:  it's still him that I want to fall asleep beside every night and wake up with every morning.  

Thanks, Peter, for being the one.

Happy Anniversary.