We got out last night actually ON our anniversary which doesn’t happen as much since #kids, but of course we have miracle babies so I don’t think either of us mind too much.
Since I had a baby in my uterus, I couldn’t do the traditional wine/get drunk thing but it was OK because I had pasta and more specifically, I had pasta with cream sauce.
And bruschetta.
And I did something I swore I would never do and took a photo of said baby in uterus in a bathroom.
We took a drive to Uptown to eat at our favorite coffee and dessert bar and ordered cheesecake and lattes.
There’s always a particular sadness now when a date with him is coming to a close at the end of the night. Maybe because we only get these moments once a month and I know I had a good nine years when it was just him and me, but I didn’t appreciate those date nights as I do now.
Catch up on other anniversary posts
Celebrating 9 years ever after
6 years celebrating and remembering
