He's My Home
11 Jul, 2014 at 7:00 am | Written by: Josi Seibert
Ryan and I celebrated our third anniversary on June 25. Three seems so small, so new. It reminds me of a 3-year-old walking wobbly on his lil bow-legged legs. Soon, through (not perfect) practice, he loses his wobble and his legs gain strength. He becomes less awkward, more confident.
We’re thankful for the things we’ve learned the past 1,096 days. For Ryan, he no longer blows his nose in his dirty underwear. He’s now upgraded to Kleenexes. He accepted the presence of wicker in his life (mirror frames, baskets, furniture, etc.). He’s discovered that women shed more than a golden retriever. And he’s learned that it’s NOT funny to sneak up and scare his wife when she’s home alone (he learned this on the third try). As for me, I’ve learned how to brush my teeth the “right” way. I’m much more skilled at recording gas mileage and reading atlases. And I know how to win my husband’s affection and forgiveness: Skittles & Cherry Coke.