Here’s to Eight Years of Growing Up with You

Here’s to the most tragic, most pathetic dumping session in high school history.
Here’s to the nights at the restaurant I worked at while I thought you where being my friend, but 7.75 years later I find out you were just trying to win me back.
Here’s to the Secret Kiss where it all began…again.
Here’s to graduating high school with you.
Here’s to the dorm room twin bed sharing.
Here’s to the first basement apartment.
Here’s to the sweet engagement on Peet’s Hill, after Sushi, where you made me hike in my high heels.
Here’s to our beautiful wedding on the mountain side on July 7.
Here’s to the 2,400 miles we drove on our honeymoon.
Here’s to graduating college with you.
Here’s to deciding we wouldn’t celebrate December 23rd because it somehow became insignificant after July 7.
Here’s to our first, and second, wedding anniversaries and the champagne.
Here’s to our house in Suburbia.
Here’s to going to sleep with you, waking up with you, laughing, crying, tickle fights, yelling fights, two cats, two cars and lots of holiday decorations that you put up with. Not to mention my Girl Scout troop, book club, business and more.

Here’s to knowing I’d always marry my high school sweetheart, and eight years later I still get butterflies when I see you after a long day of work.
Here’s to the Sunshine of my life.

Us at Crater Lake, OR