Every year on our anniversary, Jake and I try to do something that is reminiscent of our Aruba beach nuptials, which were perfect and amazing. One would think that the desert in January would offer slim pickings for that kind of thing, but we have found that we don’t have to go far to be reminded of how we felt on that day. This year, we decided to go out by ourselves (without kids is “by ourselves” in married speak) for the first part of the celebration, and then include them in the second half. We had a brunch at Lon’s at the Hermosa and then checked in at our resort at the Sheraton Wild Horse Pass Resort & Spa. After what seemed like only a few minutes to ourselves at the pool, we went and got the kids to join us for dinner and a family slumber party at the hotel, which they are still talking about three weeks later.
On the one hand, I can’t believe it’s been seven years, because seven years of anything just seems like a very long time to me. On the other, I look at my life when it’s peaceful and think, ‘of course it’s been seven years, look how much love there is, how many memories we’ve made, how much we’ve grown… look how many people there are!’. Seven is my lucky number (that and 11), and I fully expect to make it a lucky year for us.
We soaked in the 90 degree swimming pool, while it was not even sixty degrees outside!
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