Adrian and I got married on a cold and icy day five years ago. I ducked out of work a little early and we headed down to Charlotte Town Hall just before closing. Other than a few curious people who happened to be renewing dog licenses or paying town fees, it was just us and our Justice of the Peace and a town select board member who happened to be in the building and got roped in as a witness (and then admonished by the JP for not taking off his John Deere hat).
Like our wedding, our anniversaries have been quiet affairs, marked by a frigid walk in the woods with Ollie.
This year it was even more low-key than anticipated, since we thought we’d be getting to know our newest family member. But the baby has yet to make an appearance. Won’t be too long now, as I’m facing an induction in the morning. But for tonight we’ll try to relax and just enjoy our last child-free moments as a couple, thinking about five great years of marriage and the more than ten years since we first met on that beach in Thailand.
And here’s to all the adventures we have in store.