Did I totally psych y’all out yesterday by not posting? Did you think I’d for sure gone into labor? Sorry about that. No baby here, just a lazy blogger.
So no family of three for Nick and I just yet (unless our pets each count for 1/3 of a person), but as of today we do have three years of marriage under our belt! I love our anniversary. It’s such a nice opportunity to stop and think about the day we walked down the aisle and, of course, all that’s happened since.
Look at that flat belly! Someday my body will resemble that shape again…
We’re usually pretty low-key about celebrating. For our first anniversary we had just bought a house and so we gave each other gifts of service. I don’t remember what I did for Nick, but I remember that he cleaned out my very, very dirty car for me. Last year we took off work and spent the day together at a local waterpark–super, super fun. That’s totally what I would want to do again this year if I weren’t so ridiculously pregnant. I told Nick last night that I got him an anniversary gift and I saw a look of panic flash across his face, then I said it was in my belly, haha. I think today I’ll surprise him at work with one of those new pineapple slushes from Sonic (he loves pineapple) and then tonight we’ll go out to eat at a local place called The Chimes–definitely not fancy but it’s one of our favorite spots and just so happens to be where we had our first date.
I think I got really lucky when I met Nick. After a series of poor dating decisions throughout high school and college he came along the summer after my junior year and made a fabulously bad first impression. It was so awful that it even merited a spirited post on the personal blog I maintained at the time. I won’t go into the details, since he’s perennially embarrassed when I tell the story, but let’s just say he came off more as drunk frat boy than sweet and sensitive future husband. He must have known better than me, though, because he spent the next several weeks chasing me down and asking for dates before I finally conceded. Turns out he was the perfect fit for me, and almost exactly three years later we were married. I’ve never once regretted it.
July 2006 — the summer we met
On vacation in NYC, August 2008
Honeymooning in Puerto Rico, 2009. Here we’re standing in front of the bar where his parents got engaged.
LSU vs. UNC, September 2010
I think I’ll have to get someone to snap a picture of us together this evening. Married three years, me hugely pregnant, and the two of us merely days away from becoming PARENTS. Can you believe it? Those two college kids in the photo from six years ago becoming PARENTS??? It’s hard to believe we’re grown-up enough for this. But I guess all parents were kids once. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us!