Eight Years

Yesterday was our eight year anniversary! And despite how cliche' it sounds, it doesn't seem like that long. The years seem to be in fast forward lately!

We celebrated on Friday with a nice dinner at The Copper Onion in downtown Salt Lake. It was the first time we left little John and he did great! Dinner was amazing! We highly recommend the place. We kept joking through dinner about who was the chef, sous chef and the saucier. We felt like we were so well-educated with high end restaurant lingo thanks to Ratatouille. If that doesn't say parent of a small child I don't know what does! I actually braved a dish with oxtail in it. When I first read the description of the dish I thought "oxtail ragout" was some sort of fancy cheese. I know, total airhead. I'm blaming it on extreme sleep deprivation! Then I made the mistake of asking our waitress. When she confirmed it was actually an oxtail in the dish all I could picture was this cow in a field swatting his tail back and forth at the flies. Then a pasta dish with an oxtail laid across it came next. There was no way I was ordering that. Somehow I got talked into it and it was pretty good. Tasted like pulled pork, but with beef.

As we talked and laughed through dinner I kept thinking of how grateful I was that he was mine. That after eight years we can still have a non-child related conversation. He makes my heart pitter patter. I adore the way he throws his head back when he laughs. I love the way he plays with our children. I could go on and on. But, mostly, I love the way he loves me.

Oh, how I love him/them!